Money Money Money

[Az-Izz]

I'm Az-Izz, y'all can't stop me

Make a G a day sellin stolen drop three's

Ain't nuttin funny, run up on you when its sunny

Pump two in your tummy, all for the money

When I coped the five, with the Batman eyes

You could ride, but first hustlin ?Q-4-5's?

[Young Zee]

Yeah, yeah

Niggas live for it, niggas die for it

End up on the run, with thirty-five warrants

Ya boy will get'choo shot with'cha gun

Leave you layin there screamin at the top of your lungs

Zee rob white guys with nice lives

I'm tight cocked, only mess with girls that got five jobs

Do crack wit'choo, sit around and they laugh

Those same niggas get you for a pound and a half

Beef start, better keep the spark

'Cuz a fool and his money will soon depart

Chorus: Zee (Outsidaz)

I'm tryin to keep money (Keep money, money, money)

Deep money (Deep money, money, money)

Weed money (Weed money, money, money)

Leave my seed money (Seed money, money, money)

I need trick money (Trick money, money, money)

Quick money (Quick money, money, money)

Get me real rich money (Rich money, money, money)

I need... (Money, money, money)

I need... (Money, money, money)

[Yah Yah]

Yo...

You on the frozen budget, I'm holdin dutches

Anything I wanna do, I goes and does it

I'ma shine like a pile of golden nuggets

Catch me in GQ posin rugged

Nasty fellow, pick my nose in public

Wipe the snot on my clothes, shockin the hoes

Chillin with Chris, smokin pot in the Rolls

For the love of money, I'ma stay down

Trade pounds, and jail bound

Bringin drugs on the Greyhound

[Denzy]

Yo yo

Aiyyo, Denzy, Benz Jeep, ten freaks behind me

(I like) M-P's and rhymin

(I like) M3's and diamonds

(I just) empty the nine if you attemptin to rob 'em

Start wilin', gettin money from bricks from Long Island, uhh

Give me that paper dogg, I gotta have it

White ?liver? pockets so money is automatic

We done bought the carrots

And you still lookin sorta savage

Theres a whole lotta money out there, you oughtta grab it

Chorus

[DU]

My creation is free basin, replaced 'em

Won't see DU on VH1, you's a wannabe DJ Run

We lace blunts, peer pressure

At least take some, he play dumb

Always and forever heat wavin

Put a mask on y'all meet Jason

This paper need chasin

Roll with teenagers, smokin green acres

Smell that free fragrance, thats bomb weed baby

[Nawshis]

Keep your raps up, you'll be the king

Shoutin "Can't nobody do me a thing"

With mad jewelry to bling

Sittin chunky, then dip this honey

Pushin Excursions and Suburbans, gettin money

If these fake players and playa'rettes

They get me major vexed

I wave a tech, have 'em comin out they Avirex

So your ?willie pad? is gettin recalled

I'ma teach all y'all to speed ball

Chorus x2 with some variations