You worth more dan diamonds, more dan gold I don't need no money Baby, I don't need dollar bills to have fun tonight (I love cheap thrills) As long as I can feel the beat As long as I keep dancing But I don't need no money Mek di beat jus' tek control

I'd give it all up baby I'm falling (yeah) Trade in the world to show, I'm falling, Don't need the fame or money As long as I got you girl Oh oh oh yeah yeah Take that chance on love (yeah yeah) Now I can't predict what the future holds But I'll fight

Money on my mind I do it for the love I do it for I don't have No money on my mind When I go home I tend to close the door I never wanted more So sing with me

What would you do for love (uh) What would you do for love (Woohoo, woohoo) Daddy is up five AM again it's a repeated scene He's been at since ten Nine the five hours don't pay enough money He took a persephone is just getin' in Babys are hungry and

She knows her roots and works hard for her money Ain't nothin' like a woman southern born and bred Now she loves her mom and daddy and the Lord to death Just actin' and sittin' playin' hard to get With the girls tonight man they're out on the town Grits

You're screwed up and brilliant And look like a million dollar man I love you honey, I'm ready, I'm ready to go How did you get that way, I don't know So why is my heart broke? One for the money, two for the show You said I was the most exotic flower

Told mama I'm a thug nigga, drug dealer, gang banger, young nigga I'm a hustler, baby (come here, daddy) Bandana and some low cuts Still trap the 4 Don't trip I'm a hustler, baby (come here, daddy) Now I got that money, everybody love me I'm a thug

When they love me I get money, I get money, I get money I'm gifted when I'm faded I'm faded all the time Because I know that's when they love me They love me when I'm high All these bitches hate you This is something I know Because you really love to

Get my money, buy my medicine Buy my medicine, buy my medicine Girl my love's gonna last, just as long as my high Yeah, I like to dedicate this record right here to my main man Johnny Cash, a real American gangster I got my nephew Whitey Ford on the

Money on my mind I do it for the love I do it for I don't have No money on my mind When I go home I tend to close the door I never wanted more So sing with me