You got to pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up Clap, clap, clap, clap If you wanna pu-pu-pu-pu-put it on me You're not gonna ge-ge-ge-ge-get it for free Come on spend that dirty sexy money on me, on me, on me If you wanna do-do-do-do-do it freaky 24/7,

Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah Coordinate the tan with the beans in my Rockstar skinnies Spend that money fast if I have to Make that money back if I had you Coordinate the tan with the beans in my Rockstar skinnies (Straight up!) I'mma need some more, need

You’re so money, money, money You got a country road Carolina soul Baby you’re just so homegrown Ooh, I dig the way that you move You shake it down to your roots I did your momma teach you how to do that thing you do Yeah, nothing sweeter than wild I’ll

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

Call me old fashioned Call me out of touch for having faith in the way it was I believe in making my money the hard way so I work for it And every job I do I do with pride I believe in keeping a promise that I make you've got my word on it When I shake

Where I'm from they push a hundred keys and it sound like Tryna make a living Come to my hood Everybody get it And for that paper all the wrong things sound right Young niggas gettin' money, young niggas gettin' money Just a bittersweet symphony I'm from

You got the kiss that tastes like honey And I got a little beer money So come on, come on, Baby, I'm buying I got enough to last us all night and Tonight, tonight Baby, we're drinking Let's wake the town that never stops sleeping When the lights go down

You're screwed up and brilliant And look like a million dollar man I love you honey, I'm ready, I'm ready to go How did you get that way, I don't know So why is my heart broke? One for the money, two for the show You said I was the most exotic flower

I want you I need you I gotta be near you I spent my money as I took my turn There once was a woman A strange kind of woman The kind that gets written down in history Her name was Nancy Her face was nothing fancy She left a trail of happiness and misery

When will I wake up? Why did we break up? When will we make up? When money grows on trees People live in peace Everyone agrees When happiness is free Love can guarantee You'll come back to me, that's when