Money Don’t Matter

Lyrics

[Chorus: male singer] I got my hands all over your girl Man, I'm rocking her world and she loves me You can buy everything she loves But you can't buy hers with your money She on E when she fucking with me I got her up in the V, getting nasty I got her shaking all way down to her knees I get it all for free, holla at me [Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] Mister I ain't never gave a fuck about a girl I'm ghetto, I'm thorough, I'm repping my borough I'm out of my mind, girl my mind's on dinero Probably thinking I'm the one Tired of riding with a zero, zeroed up I only hear chains, don't hear no slut Red rose matching my clothes, don't wear no cup Headphones, channel my zone, she won't shut up Dead tone, turn off my phone and roll one up I'm getting to the paper, that's why I can't take ya You mix business with pleasure, you're sliding down a danger Girl, never mind the minor, 'cause I'ma do it major They fine but you finer and I'm hotter than a laser Lay 20 bitches down, stomp their pussy You gon' have to peel it off the ground I wanna knock 'em down though, I will it with my crown It's just me and you nobody here to hear the sound It gets scary when I pound, now [Chorus: male singer] I got my hands all over your girl Man, I'm rocking her world and she loves me You can buy everything she loves But you can't buy hers with your money She on E when she fucking with me I got her up in the V, getting nasty I got her shaking all way down to her knees I get it all for free, holla at me [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] Uh, cuffing only comes with a backlash She got that you get money, you can clap pass and a fat ass Her life shaking it, new bottles and black bags Metal with the crew 22 bottles and smack fast You will never appreciate nothing 'til you making some So keep it real with me and keep it fake with them Full phone book, travel out of the state with none She looking for a trick, and you a major one Told her she's running out of time, she bought me a watch She know I beat her ass up, she calls me the box A bad bitch is like the norm, they normally hot I got a thousand co-signs, they all give me props My jewelry extra, light up the mall with these rocks Glock bodyguard, you niggas tour with the cops You spending here, never see you at all when I shop Keep your convo, fast forward the guap, I'm hot [Chorus: male singer] I got my hands all over your girl Man, I'm rocking her world and she loves me You can buy everything she loves But you can't buy hers with your money She on E when she fucking with me I got her up in the V, getting nasty I got her shaking all way down to her knees I get it all for free, holla at me