Or take over Take my hand Take my hand you Will you realize when I'm gone That I dance to a different song Money rains from the sky above But keep the change 'cause I've got enough A little time and some tenderness

Hell on high heels Boys call ya Baby, the way ya walk it talk it Town calls ya Honey, it's how ya makin' money Bashful Betty, such a bondage brat Dressed in latex and coated in sewer rat A serpent's tongue calculating mind Gets top billing for her hip

This morning I made the call The one that ends it all Hanging up,I wanted to cry But dammit,this well's gone dry Not for the money,not for the fame Not for the power,just no more games But now I'm safe in the eye of the tornado I can't replace the

I'm getting so much money these days It's hard to figure out who love me for me Tryna balance out everything I'm getting sabotaged every way You don't want to but you gotta change It's gon' hurt you tryna stay the same Are you in it or you in it for the

I am the streets, the future I introduce you to Ace Hood, Meek Mills Big Sean, Wale, Vado, this the future They gettin' money, they makin' hit records, they hustlin' Okay now Khaled told me kill 'em, he just told me kill 'em Hundred for the Beamer, Kudos

And if I was a bettin' woman I'd lay my money down I'd bet he spends more time in them woods Than he spends in this house I got myself a problem I can't figure no way out It's like I'm married to a shotgun carryin', tobacco chewin', No good blue tick

I'm so tired Of all the problems you've been causin' me (ha—ha—ha) We are not cool no mo' as far as I can see You kicked me down I've fallen, I'm crawlin' It's all your fault Mo' money, mo' problems it is Now I'm back to writin' my lyrical novel again

One day you'll go away You better run Before I go away God gave me Sundays To fuck up the game Bitch niggas saying it's luck But I which I got some Spending all my money but that shit don't work

You wonda why they call you bitch Look here Miss Thang, hate to salt your game But you's a money hungry woman and you need to change In the locker room, all the homies do is laugh High fives cause anotha nigga played your ass It was said you were

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