Money, Money, Money

Lyrics

[Az-Izz] I'm Az-Izz, y'all can't stop me Make a G a day selling stolen drop three's Ain't nothing funny, run up on you when it's sunny Pump two in your tummy, all for the money When I coped the five, with the Batman's eyes You could ride, but first hustling ?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 screaming 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 trying 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 holding dutches Anything I wanna do, I goes and does it I'ma shine like a pile of golden nuggets Catch me in GQ posing rugged Nasty fellow, pick my nose in public Wipe the snot on my clothes, shocking the hoes Chillin with Chris, smoking 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 rhyming (I like) M3's and diamonds (I just) empty the nine if you attempting to rob 'em Start wilin', getting money from bricks from Long Island, uhh Give me that paper dog, I gotta have it White ?liver? pockets so money is automatic We done bought the carrots And you still looking sorta savage There's a whole lotta money out there, you oughtta grab it Chorus [DU] My creation is a 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 waving Put a mask on y'all meet Jason This paper need chasing Roll with teenagers, smoking green acres Smell that free fragrance, that's 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, getting money If these fake players and playa'rettes They get me major vexed I wave a tech, have 'em coming out they Avirex So your ?willie pad? is getting recalled I'mma teach all y'all to speedball Chorus x2 with some variations