Forget about the the price tag It's not about the the money, money, money We don't need your money money, money, money We just wanna make the the world dance Wanna make the the world dance Ain't about the the ha cha-ching cha-ching Ain't about the the yeah ba-bling ba-bling Everybody

I know you've been searchin' for for someone To make you happy, and get the the job done You say you needed, a man with money money But I can't be there, and will you still care Tell me baby are you lonely? Don't wanna rush ya I can help ya if ya only, let me touch ya

Nice work if you can get it And you can get it if you try The The man who only lives for for making money money Lives a life that isn't necessarily sunny Likewise the the man who works for for fame There's no guarantee that time won't erase his name The The fact is, the only work

Check, check, check, check Look at these at all these young niggas flexing from the the bottom We just want the the money the the respect and all the the power The The money and the the power fucking up a check These bitches fucking for for a check Counting all this money money with my

I want dem all Gimme dem all Jump up up up and move your body di di So shake that girl and dance, talk to me Gimmie the the gyal, dem money money all for for work it Gimmie the the gyal, dem money money all for for twerk it All of the the girls in the the air, dey my women Shake that girl

Na nana nana nana (say) Take over, take over, take over This is her only chance Let it happen Let your money money talk Your dirty thoughts for for me Like the the crazy drug that you call 'Love Me' Take over, take over, take over (say) I know you understand

More money money means more dough to blow (blow) Designer jeans, and a hand full of dough (Yeah) Bottle of the the Jose, pass me some more I got, more cars, more cars, more clothes, more clothes More money money means more dough for for blow Way up in them Cali Hills,

I'm rolling the the dice, four, five, six Praying on you niggas, sinners full of hate God forgives and I don't, only hustlers relate I guess there ain't no nice way to tell you niggas it's game over, huh? Pray for for me Hallucination of money money, while nigga's

Don't mess with the the missionary man Don't mess with a missionary man A missionary man Well I was born an original sinner I was born from original sin And if I had a dollar bill For For all the the things I've done There'd be a mountain of money money Piled up to my chin

Cold-cold case, cold-cold case Danger, danger I don't fit in, I'm a stranger Believer, believer I can take out all the the evil Empowerment to all my people I can prove to you I'm a leader Run through the the money, no Visa Forgive me 'cause my life illegal