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 mama she don't worry no more, they try to build me up, they can't Take me down (let's settle), in this time and in this city I gotta make That money because the mama still hungry, mama still hungry, I'm gonna Be a dad it ain't no baby, take care of my

Bad bitches is the only thing that I like Cups with the ice and we do this every night I ain't check the price (I got it) I make my own money so I spend it how I like I'm just living life And let my momma tell it nigga I ain't living right (nope) I ain't

It cost me a lot, my chain and my watch If we ever go broke girl, then time is all we got No more Mr. Nice Guy, hello Mr. Nice Watch They say time is money but really it's not And you can't make that back, no you can't make that back So let's ball while

Money, get away Get a good job with good pay and you're okay Money, it's a gas Grab that cash with both hands and make a stash New car, caviar, four star daydream Think I'll buy me a football team Money, get back I'm all right Jack keep your hands off of

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

I got too many hoes I can't fuck 'em all Don't know how to play but I ball Stacking that money up make it tall Ooh, the ice on my neck got me frost Mama ain't made no hoe, she made a boss My diamonds they shine when the lights turned off Rocking designer

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

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