Here's your one chance Fancy don't let me down I remember it all very well lookin' back It was the summer I turned eighteen We lived in a one room, rundown shack On the outskirts of New Orleans We didn't have money for food or rent To say the least we

Don't want your jewels, I want your drugs Don't want your money, want your love Jewels n' drugs, play that hustle Smother 'em, if you wanna be bad We know how to make that money Slap honey on a young pancake Ain't nothin' if it ain't family Yeah, it's

Do you like how it feels to be bit In the neck by a snake that kills Do you know how it feels to be stabbed in the back Then watch the blood spill Do you like how it feels? One for the money, two for your girl Three for your life now I fucked up your

Every time you drop a bomb You kill the god your child has born Boom, Boom, Boom, I'm walking through your streets Where all your money's earning Where all your buildings crying And clueless neckties working Revolving fake lawn houses Housing all your

I'm not commodity I'm not king of comedy I'm not your magazine I'm not your television Make your money with a suit and tie Make your money with shrewd denial Make your money expert advice If you can wing it Make your money with a power ply

We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby And you better bring your whole crew Yes any time you want to All this money got my mind gone Yeah! This that '63 AMG Ghost music This that Ace of Spade, Belair, let's toast music Nigga let's

Know when to walk away And know when to run You never count your money When you're sittin' at the table There'll be time enough for countin' When the dealin's done You've got to know when to hold 'em Know when to fold 'em On a warm summer's eve

Nobody knows you when you're down and out. Nobody knows you, Once I lived the life of a millionaire, Spent all my money, I just did not care. Took all my friends out for a good time, Bought bootleg whiskey, champagne and wine. Then I began to fall so

I got money to blow They can't help it, And I can't blame 'em Since I got famous But bitch I got money to blow I'm gettin' it in, letting these bills fall All over your skin Oh oh oh ooh I got oh oh Oh oh ooh oh oh ooh oh oh oh ooh ooh

Ah, yeah beautiful girls Here I am, ain't no man of the world, no All I need is a beautiful girl What a sweet talkin' honey with a little bit of money can turn your head around She was seaside sittin', just a smokin' and a drinkin' on ringside, On top of