Forget about the price tag It's not about the money, money, money We don't need your money, money, money We just wanna make the world dance Wanna make the world dance Ain't about the ha cha-ching cha-ching Ain't about the yeah ba-bling ba-bling Everybody

I found love darling, yeah Don't patronize me Something it won't Here in the dark In these final hours I will lay down my heart But you don't No, you don't 'Cause I can't make you love me if you don't

'Cause I got time, I got time Yeah, right now I ain't worried 'bout none I don't want no one to tell me nothing (nothing, no) I just wanna live how I want (how I want, woo) I don't wanna hear nothing about it I'll go and get high if I wanna get high Love

How you do it, how you do it to me About the way you work my body (work my body) But I just gotta tell somebody (tell somebody) Yeah and I know I shouldn't kiss and tell About the way you do my body babe How you work it, how you work it for me Hair

Baby we can get together turn this party out. Wil'in out in the back 'o my car Girl you got me screamin' fiesta Love the way you put that thing on me no doubt I want to see you move your body like a snake yeah

Yeah, you wanna find love then you know where the city is Yeah, you wanna find love then you know where the city is, city is Cleaning up Oh, and she said, "it's your birthday, are you feeling alright?" The next one's the MD You'll be feeling just fine

White lightning Yeah, the G-Men, T-Men, revenuers too Searchin' for the place where he made his brew They were lookin', tryin' to book him Mighty, mighty pleasin' You're pappy's corn squeezin' But my pappy kept on cookin' Well, in North Carolina, way

My bed is draped in Gucci linen, uh Unless you is my mama, yeah When I'm fucking, call me Papa, yeah I'm high as a bird, Nelly Furtado, yeah I never say, "I love you" to these women, no They saying I'm a problem yeah No Nelly, no Nelly, it's getting hot

Tuesday's gone with the wind My baby's gone, with the wind Ride on train Train roll on, on down the line, Won't you please take me far, far away Now I feel the wind blow, outside my door, I'm leavin' my woman at home, oh yeah Tuesday's gone with the

Fuck do you mean, "Why I showed up?" I don't need your poison 'round me Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yeah, shimmy yeah I'm nice if you don't fuck around Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah All of these boys, they callin' me pretty Who's your producer? Producer is Timmy