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Money

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Money

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Without money, what would we do?

We've got our little idea to see what's going on

Listen! Money is the root of all evil

But ain't nothing evil about money!

I've got, I've got, I've got, I've got, I've got money!

I need a great sex

Balling, might see me with Steven A. Smith

Picture me working the day shift

Making minimal wage, man I couldn't pay shit.

Nigga I got bills, I turn 40 to 80, I got skills

You push this rocking where we work

Miami Cuban over the Rocko wearing shirt

Then it's the match, nigga I just painted the stack

Depending if I'm offended, die when I finish this rap

Now where the bread at? That's where Fred's at

Double XL freshman it's special A rap

Strip club chain I'm in,

You're the president in the end!

Stripper's singing, "It's raining men"

Look son, bro, walk 'em out, dummy!

My name Fred the God, and we're talking about it!

Money, money, money, money

I've got, I've got, I've got, I've got, I've got

Money, money, money, money

I've got, I've got, I've got, I've got, I've got

Money, money, money, money

Beamer pocket, then I get on a carpet

She's sexy like a dina

She's leaning and leaving markets

I'm showing you I'm the best

We're you not local?

They tell you American Express

Next king of New York know I'm a clear shot

She never seen a half a man spent on a brazier top

I'm standing here, watch!

Been born since Mike Jackson still doing the ten drop

Now I'm sitting on the yacht seat

Couple old school niggas be playing yachtze

White linen, seen her killed in autopsies

Make more than you off of coke spots and oxies

Sick Cuban, Jesus piece flooded,

Russell Simmonds seen it and thought it was Rick Ruben

And now labels know the flow was real

Like how I dress it up, now let's close the deal!

Money, money, money, money

I've got, I've got, I've got, I've got, I've got

Money, money, money, money

I've got, I've got, I've got, I've got, I've got

Money

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