Ain’t never gonna worry ‘bout nothin’ again I ain’t never gonna worry ‘bout nothin’ again Tryin’ to make the money but the money ain’t gonna make me You sittin’ there lookin’ all pretty And I love that feelin’ when the smile starts kickin’ in Paint the

My father told me, lying on his bed of death, "boy," he says, "woman she's gonna make it, don't fool your self 'cause she's got something to make a man lay that money, uh, right in her hand And the very thing that makes her rich will make you poor The

I believe in love I believe in love, it's all we got Without love I wouldn't believe Love has no boundaries, costs nothing to touch War makes money, cancer sleeps Curled up in my father and that means something to me Churches and dictators, politics and

I got a problem, niggas out here tryna run with my style We moving, shaking, working now that money going pile My ex be so upset because I'm balling right now You kiss your bitch to work, I make her swallow my child You kiss your bitch 'fore work, I make

My father told me, lying on his bed of death, "boy," he says, "woman she's gonna make it, don't fool your self 'cause she's got something to make a man lay that money, uh, right in her hand And the very thing that makes her rich will make you poor The

Man, oh my God Then I hit 6ix9ine, tell him give me the ball Tiki Taki, Spanish mami, she a hot tamale (hot) Make 'em spend that money, dummy, go retarded for me (pop it) Pop it, pop it, she get started, she won't ever stop it Little thottie, got her

Quit my job, ain't got no money Seems I have to leave this town Board the train that's eastward bound Packed my bags, run to the station Tell mama and all the folks back home Sometimes a man just feels He's got to make it alone Tell mama why I'm leaving

Your money, money, money Shawty, I don’t mind if you dance on a pole That don’t make you a hoe If you’re leaving with me And get that money, money, money You can take off your clothes Shawty, I don’t mind when you work until three Go make that money,

Kill the Lights! Mr. Photographer I think I'm ready for my close-up (tonight) Make sure you catch me from my good side (pick one) Is that money in your pocket? Or you happy to see me? The lights pure

Some of them supposed to go, some of them supposed to stay I ain't tryna ruin yours, I'm tryna make a way, yeah I be at the top, that's my favorite place That money gonna come, I don't gotta chase it Them bitches gonna come, I don't gotta chase em I'ma