My world, rhyme vicious White girl, team full of bad bitches Cotton candy, laced in gold Stack that money, sushi roll Bottles up, feeling throw'd V.I.P it, overload George tell em next, half a mill Ugh, hands in the air This is for the bitches getting

That's what you get for waking up in Vegas Remember what you told me Don't be a baby Shut up and put your money where your mouth is Get up and shake the glitter off your clothes, now Give me some cash out, baby You gotta help me out It's all a blur last

Money on my mind I do it for the love I do it for I don't have No money on my mind When I go home I tend to close the door I never wanted more So sing with me

The Boys always spending all their money on love You get high and fuck a bunch of girls And then cry on top of the world I hope you have the time of your life I hope I don't lose it tonight They wanna touch it, taste it, see it, feel it Clone it, own it,

You wonda why they call you bitch Look here Miss Thang, hate to salt your game But you's a money hungry woman and you need to change In the locker room, all the homies do is laugh High fives cause anotha nigga played your ass It was said you were

Pay me my money down Pay me, pay me, pay me my money down Pay me or go to jail I thought I heard the captain say Tomorrow is our sailing day Soon as that boat cleared the bar He knocked me down with a spar Well if I'd been a rich man's son I'd sit on the

I know that's alright Hey baby, that's alright people Everyday, that's alright Oh, when we love each other Oh just feel it, feel it Oh everybody feel it God know that's alright, yes Some of us were born with money to spend Some of us were born for races

I get the money everywhere that I go I bust a bitch and take her money fo' sho You ain't trying to hot box with me, I swing hard liquor Going down by the second round, all hail the underground How that sound? Xzibit backing down from a conflict Fuck the

Heartbreaker Hey fellas have you heard the news? You know that Annie's back in town? It won't take long just watch and see How the fellas lay their money down Her style is new but the face is the same As it was so long ago But from her eyes a different

Oh! Mama, Mama look there! Your children are playing in that street again Don't you know what happened down there? A youth of fourteen got shot down there The Kokane guns of Jamdown Town The killing clowns, the blood money men Are shooting those