(For the Money) Money, for the money Kanye told me that Jesus walks in '04 But I grew up around impalas and drug lords Welcome to Los Angeles palm trees and drug stores All we know is rocks and presidents like Mount Rushmore

Lord, I'm fool for a cigarette Feelin' good, feelin' good When you've finished choke it 'cause I wanna smoke it Mind when you throw your cigarette All the money in the world is spent on feelin' good All the money in the world spent on feelin' good

Say I know a little I know a little I know a little 'bout it I know a little 'bout love Lord I do know a little about it Baby I can guess the rest Well the bigger the city, well the brighter the lights The bigger the dog, well the harder the bite

Saints protect her now Come angels of the Lord Come angels of unknown

(Sista soul) You must be my soul sista, soul sista, you my You must be my soul sista, soul sista, hey sis La da, da, da It's all in her eyes, you and me Words just disguise all the things that you need What is deep, it's deeper than skin So Lord only

Don't put the blame on me I'm only human after all Don't put your blame on me 'Cause I'm only human after all Some people out of luck Some people think I can solve them Lord heavens above For making you cry I do what I can

Good lord almighty Girl, you go down good You ain't even trying 'Cause you wrote the book There ain't nobody (There ain't nobody) A do me like you (Do me like you) The way you move that body (The way you move that body)

And I'm grindin' til I'm attacked They say "You ain't grindin' til you tired" So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide Looking to find, a way through the day A light, for the night Dear Lord, you've done took so many of my people but I'm just wonderin' why You

Hallelujah, Hallelujah It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah Well, I heard there was a secret chord That David played to please the Lord But you don't really care for music, do you? Well, it goes like this the fourth, the fifth The minor fall and the

Nah, dem cyaa trick mi and kill mi Wi nuh inna nutten wid you, if you naa show no progress Man fi go through life without no stress Be friends wid some people that’s hopeless 'Cause dem a nuh nuh progress Lord, dem a send a bad a news to you woman Wi naa