Thi'sl - Money Lyrics
Lets goLets goLets goLets goHe think he Gucci ManeCool as that dougie danceHe too legit to quitJust need some hammer pantsHis whip on 24′sMatter fact on 26Couple of whipsBoth of them benzesCouple of cribsThat's how he lived itHe hustled hardThat's how he did, yeahHe trapped or dieThat's how he get itI hope he know that where he goHe can't take it with himE'thing designerDown to the framesHe say he flyJust like the planesHe walk in clubsThey say his nameHe v.I.pAces of spadesI hope he know that when he goHe can't take that doughBut the greedy gatherGrip it gotta grip it up on his soulHe say he gon' stack his paper from the ceilingTo the floorCoz he gotta have, gotta needMoney money mo'Money money money, mo'Money money money, mo'Money money money, mo'Tryin' to stack that paperFrom the ceiling to the floorHe wantMoney money money, mo'Money money money, mo'Money money money, mo'Tryin' to tell that boyCan't take that wit' you when you go(Lets go)She lo'e that moneyIt make her dancePull off her shirtCome out her pantsStraighta out the clubInto her bagGive up the cashTo get strappedNow run it backI said she lo'e that moneyAnd do anythin'Just to get it from himHave a baby by himCouple of babiesOne of him hisTha other maybeShe lo'e that pradaDolce, gabbanaLouie, and gucciThem red bottomsLo'e to take a tripMake it bahamasYe' ain't got no moneyDon't even botherI try to tell herCan't take that wit' u when you goBut she just can't turn it looseShe gots to drop it on her showShe said she gon' stack her paperFrom the ceiling to the floorCoz she need itGotta have itNeed that money money moShe wantMoney money money, mo'Money money money, mo'Money money money, mo'Tryin' to stack that paperFrom the ceiling to the floorShe wantMoney money money, mo'Money money money, mo'Money money money, mo'Tryin' to tell that girlCan't take that wit' you when you goNow we know loving money is an evil beastWe need that thing to liveWe need that thing to eatWe got to pay the billsUnless you live for freeBut some people are slavesThey see it then they sleepThey dreamin' bout money money moCheap dropping honeyz, honeyz, ohHe on that c.e.o gameHe run it, run it24 years old and he own his own comp'ny, wowHe on that wall streetHe work while ya'll sleepYou make that in one yearHe make it in one week5 girls in palm treesYou still on south beachUsed to the finer thingsCondos and mosisI hope he know can't take that with himWhen he goWhat does a man gain, the worldAnd turn around and lose his soulHe said he gon' stack that paper'Til they put him in a holeCoz he need it, gotta have itGotta have that money, money, money moMoney money money, mo'Money money money, mo'Money money money, mo'Tryin' to stack that paperFrom the ceiling to the floorHe wantMoney money money, mo'Money money money, mo'Money money money, mo'Tryin' to tell that boyCan't take that wit' you when you go
