Soho bars And end up feeling sickie [Non-compositional] More money, more money More money, more money Now off you go, away you fly We've had your money
Tulkojums: Damned. Lovely Money.
brag hardly but just to show up at this party I made What your nigga make in one year, thats unfair but So is life, take a chance roll a dice Money can't buy you love
right (ha) Can you feel that (yeah) We're paying with love tonight It's not about the money, money, money We don't need your money, money, money We just
it's so delicious That's money, honey Baby, when you tear me to pieces That's money, honey That's M O N E Y, so sexy, I That's money, honey Damn, I'd love
man Wale in his own damn lane Can't control the box, you are no Mills Lane Ain't heard DC since Sardines came Ha, and I made y'all love it We don't
Do you think about me? Do you think about me? Do you think about me? Do you think about me? You think about money when you think about me, huh That's
girls at my shows They loving me but I don't know why I keep calling Why I keep calling you [Ryan Leslie] It's time for a lesson in model behaviour Damn
sure I can't love you this much, I can't love you this much I can't love you this much, I can't love you this much I can't love you this much, no, I
marry they mom? (Why? Damn) How do I respond? What if my son stares with a face like my own And says he wants to be like me when he's grown Damn, but
wear Love to make the people stare Always center of attention Lookin' so bootylicious And I dont care, That I keep pissing people off Ima let em talk I dont give a damn
Money, money, cars, cars Clothes, clothes, the hos I suppose, yeah I want the money, money and the cars Cars and the clothes, the hos I suppose I just
to lust me Or is it simply the girls just love me Brothers wanna rock the Rolls, rock my clothes Rock my ice, pull out Glocks, stop my life (Uhh) I'm like, "Damn
Rob If you wanna dance, we dance Verse One: Mase Now trick what? Lace who? That ain't what Mase do Got a lot of girls that'd love to replace you
me a family Go to trips at the Lancy, trip to the Grammy's 'Cause most of these girls be confusin' me I don't know if they really love me or they usin' me Maybe it's the money
