Money 2 Burn

Lyrics

[Chorus: Tony Yayo] Money to burn, stacks on fire Stacks, stacks, stacks on fire Money to burn, stacks on fire Stacks, stacks, stacks on fire Money to burn, stacks on fire Stacks, stacks, stacks on fire Stacks, stacks, stacks on fire Stacks, stacks, stacks on fire [Verse 1: Tony Yayo] Two vanilla Dutches, the Uzi licked The sour dour looking like an Oreo stick I'm with my oreo bitch, she black, but she white on the inside Phantom Ghost black, but white on the inside [?] got a 300 Sparta flow Amsterdam bungalow, blow Hawaiian snow The moon is my harsh mistress Purple stacks, European bitches, on the road to riches Like Kool G in his prime, it's a movie when I shine Eatin' Chin Chan's, groupie in the 9 I burn a L, models light thе phillies In ATL, up in Wet Willie's [Chorus: Tony Yayo] Monеy to burn, stacks on fire Stacks, stacks, stacks on fire Money to burn, stacks on fire Stacks, stacks, stacks on fire Money to burn, stacks on fire Stacks, stacks, stacks on fire Stacks, stacks, stacks on fire Stacks, stacks, stacks on fire [Verse 2: Curren$y] Coming up, slamming Chevrolet doors Champagne bottles open up when the deal's been closed Bitches outta pocket tryna get into mine Only got one thing for her in these Levis He high, true, what's new Ain't nothing but this crate motor in this box '82 Tryna lace these squares with the game—cube Paint wetter than ever, but won't select to make it rain, fool Throwing money on a stripper I'd rather throw my money at the smoke man, homeboy deliver Put a yellow tag on my weed bag That's the best buy, J-J-J-Jet Life [Chorus: Tony Yayo] Money to burn, stacks on fire Stacks, stacks, stacks on fire Money to burn, stacks on fire Stacks, stacks, stacks on fire Money to burn, stacks on fire Stacks, stacks, stacks on fire Stacks, stacks, stacks on fire Stacks, stacks, stacks on fire [Verse 3: P. Reala] Yo money to burn, so imagine that it [?] voice Smoking out of Dutches, yeah, I had to make [?] choice A bunch of bad bitches, rosé and loud Kush President suites, same service they allowed Bush My foreign bitch got hell stacks And keep my pants half off, like they on the sales rack Car half a mill, that's a for the sales tax Got a bag full of bills, and no, it ain't a mail sack I'm rich hoe, this is how the shit go Heavyweight overseas, call the bricks Klitschko We all about the green like the Oakland A's Burning paper in the club like we smoking J's [Chorus: Tony Yayo] Money to burn, stacks on fire Stacks, stacks, stacks on fire Money to burn, stacks on fire Stacks, stacks, stacks on fire Money to burn, stacks on fire Stacks, stacks, stacks on fire Stacks, stacks, stacks on fire Stacks, stacks, stacks on fire