Girl you make my speakers go boom boom You're lookin' so good in what's left of those blue jeans The best buzz I'm ever gonna find And high on summertime That kinda thing makes a man go mm mm Drip of honey on the money make it gotta be Hey I'm a little

Can you hear it ring It makes you want to sing You'll live like a king With lots of money and things All we ever want is more A lot more than we had before So take me to the nearest store It's such a beautiful thing, ka-ching! Lots of diamond rings

I'm mixing them cookies with sherbert (lean) I get the money you heard (huh) I got customers, I might fuck on her (bitch) I might pop a Perc, I might make it work (huh) I need a Fanta got syrup Young nigga hop out the vert (woah) Yah, yah, huh Yah, yah,

Time for lust, time for lie Time to kiss your life goodbye Send me money, send me green Heaven you will meet Make a contribution Bow to leper messiah And you'll get the better seat One, two, one, two three, four Spineless from the start, sucked into the

I'm not gonna sit here wasting mine on you, yeah, you Ciao adios, I'm done If you're giving all of your money and time I'm onto you, yeah you I'm not your number one I saw you, with her Kissing and having fun And make out in the rain And now you take her

Southside, money make the world go round Money make the world go round New York, money make the world go round L.A., money make the world go round Midwest, money make the world go round Down South, money make the world go round Some people want nothin'

Lotta nigga talk, you don't ever get paid Fuck nigga hate, broke bitches throw the shade Still kickin' shit, make a bitch go crazy Still kickin' flav', got my swag on turn up Came with a zip, let the whole thing burn up All I know, get dough, keep it

I'll make you better I know you're working for it You've been working here all night long Let me see if I can give you better Even when I'm far and gone She want it all (she want it all) She workin' hard for the money, she want it all Why she fucking

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

Make Money, Make Money, (ahh) but don't bow fi it Money don't change we, Wi ah money changa, If you dis wi ah danga, Wi work hard fi wi paper, 'Cause wi wan big van, An' wi wan skyscrapa, (Ghetto yute!!) Don't bow don't fuck nuh batty eh,