Money

Lyrics

[Intro] Uh, yeah [Verse 1] Dollar dollar bill y'all But it was all about the skilled thug Got those to pay bills, thrills beef off the cheap Microphone be in they grills, they can hardly speak I said pardon me darling, Godlee it's me Offspring of benevolent offerings And Heaven sent since the starving mic artiste Over these heartbeats, kicks, claps Ten dunk in the dunk can make the stiff relax Take a whiff like piff in bags, take a pic of that School class, whipping the Jag In the slow lane coasting so the memories last Brand new assembly, a sweet ensemble Led by the B-L, need I remind you? Show a don what a don do Bully lines without the lines to Get paid with a round blue Thomas, got two watches On the wrist like swatches, swap meet profits Pockets on swoll like a soul that's sold But you're only four wallets though, wall it all over then [Hook] If–If–If–If–If–If–If–If–If–If If this is hell, let me L–L–L–L–Let me get my mail [Verse 2] Yo, and they say money makes the world go, down a drain In a spiraling circle, but that's for lames Ask a name and you know what she did After she came back outta they gain After the fame came glorious days in the shade While I bask in the sunshine, blinding my face Faded, famous at The Maury Show nameless Guest list long as the Bay Bridge Paid in full, playing "Fakin the Funk" High as— without a pedestal, smoother than a pedicure Cooler than a monk, blunt lit, yup, up in this bitch drunk Excuse the French, but I'm part French Lookin for a Persian to park my piece in Up in the Middle East region code Put a DVD on and doze into "The Next Episode" Uhh, I got checks to throw [Hook] If this is, if–if this is If this, if–if–if th–this is If this is hell, let me, let me, let–let–let me Let–Let me g–g–get my mail [Verse 3] 'Cause if they don't make dollars than they don't make No sense to holla for a show date At the crib watching A-Rod slide into home base Ordering take out, but rarely eat the whole plate Bumping Johnson, taste the green for me Full metal steez, oh and me so— Serving up chili so in the morning Porn fiend used to read books but it's boring Born king though, free describes the new me Four course four times a day, grubbing, grubbing Grunge queen The only chick I know who really bumps Bun B But before we break, let's get one thing straight The money, making sure my company's comfy, you know? [Hook] If this is hell Let me, let–let me get my mail [Outro] The planet Earth is blue (Blue) blue (Blue) Blue (Blue) blue (Blue)