Battle of the Sexes Radio Get your money right, ladies Welcome back to Where it is 12:45 in the A.M. And Disturbing The Peace Is our in studio guest Our hot-line is lit the fuck up With people with relationship issues

Love me, love me Say that you love me Fool me, fool me Oh, how you do me Kiss me, kiss me Say that you miss me Tell me what I wanna hear Tell me you love me My money is yours

Can you hear it ring It makes you want to sing You'll live like a king With lots of money and things All we ever want is more A lot more than we had before So take me to the nearest store It's such a beautiful thing, ka-ching! Lots of diamond rings

(This is a warning) Nigga please My time, my patience, my love My blood, my sweat, my tears My burdens, my drama, my pain My car, my money, my home My ups, my downs, my fears And my hours, my work, my strength

We'll throw anythang, throw anythang, throw anythang (Yeah) When I'm wit' you (Yeah!), it's expensive Liquor pitchers I'm tryin' when I'm wit' you Money's not a problem, got different dollars on me Me and Stunna ballin' (Yeah) Money's steady callin'

Can't clean my act up for good, too much thug in 'em Can't turn my back on the hood, I got love for them I feel like a black republican, money I got comin' in Probably end up back in the hood, like fuck it then I feel like a black militant takin' over

Look at your Rollie, uh, look at my Rollie, uh That's a small face, uh, this a big face, uh Gettin' bored with this money, count it all day She can't see my room, fuck her in the hallway (yeah) Because it's the last ride ever gonna That I'm ever gonna

The Boys always spending all their money on love You get high and fuck a bunch of girls And then cry on top of the world I hope you have the time of your life I hope I don't lose it tonight They wanna touch it, taste it, see it, feel it Clone it, own it,

Tattooed heart On your tattooed heart You don't need a lot of money Honey, you don't have to play no games All I need is all your loving To get the blood rushing through my veins I wanna say we're going steady

When you wanna be a movie star (c'mon) Play it right and drive a Volvo car (c'mon) Pick a fight at an airport bar Gimmie gimmie some of that vampire money c'mon One, two, three, four Everybody party 'til the gasman comes Sparkle like Bowie in the morning