R. City - Money lyrics

[Intro] All you need All you want (3x) All you need is [Hook: Planet VI] Money, money, money, money, money, money (All you need, All you want, All you need is) Money, money, money, money, money, money (All you need, All you want, All you need is) [Verse 1: Anything Ill] (Uhh) They say money is the root of evil But what the hell you think bout all these vechicles And how you think I got up in this private party With the s**y models and all the wealthy people? So money can't be all that evil If I was able to move my Mom out the hood And still get love from all my dogs in the hood Who gon' tell me that god isn't good? Got pair of kicks to match every whip Got a different whip to match every chick And I do it cause I can Not cause I need to But this what we do Some n***a sh** In the strip club with my pops n***a Fresh down to our socks n***a A hundred grand to a charity Any other day that's a decent watch n***a Money, money makes the world go round And that same money will make your girl go down Round my neck looking bright and sunny On my Chris Brown sh** 'Look At Me Now' Came from having not a dollar in my pocket Now am holding a black card in my wallet Who would of think this kid from the projects Would be living like a Houston Rocket? Im ballin' [Hook] Money, money, money, money, money, money (All you need, All you want, All you need is) Money, money, money, money, money, money (All you need, All you want, All you need is) [Verse 2: k**a Kyleon] n***as live for the money k** for the money Deal for the money Even steal for the money Got my change but a n***a ain't change Yall counterfeit n***as not real with the money Selling they soul for the mark of that beast 5 pairs broke n***as I ain't talking that cheap Dead it, Hood rich n***a bad credit Veegen am bout my lettuce. Spinach Winning Laughing to the bank am grinning Root of all evil so I guess am sinning Till the fat lady sing And they say that am finished Its game these streets am in it; Run it Am on a mission like Bond, James n***a tryna ball like 'Bron, James Wanna fallM Sun; Rain Jeopordize my bread My gun bang I don't play that sh** Price on ya head I'mma pay that sh** This is money talking I'mma say that sh** And its M.O.B. you can pay that b**h, not me Broke not G, broke not me Kyle got a style but my style ain't free Fresh out Johnny, Just looking sunny Don't make no sense if it don't make money (Yeah) [Hook] Money, money, money, money, money, money (All you need, All you want, All you need is) Money, money, money, money, money, money (All you need, All you want, All you need is) [Verse 3] Your 9 chains. 9 cars 1 house 2 car garage Where the f** you gon put it all? What the f** is you on You shared a bed with your 5 brothers Now you got about 15 rooms Just you and some b**h You left with 14 empty rooms Nothing but designer clothes Of voices that don't like black folks Now you live by white folks Don't know no more black folks Private jets and sailboats All it took was one hit All it took was one flick On some overnight success sh** Now you young and reckless It's yours; you spend it You ride around and you getting it You changing now And you blending in On the side of town Where cops don't come around And security guards at your fences Got a Mexican maid But you underpay her And you flew her down from Texas You got money [Hook] Money, money, money, money, money, money (All you need, All you want, All you need is) Money, money, money, money, money, money (All you need, All you want, All you need is) Money, money, money, money, money, money (All you need, All you want, All you need is) Money, money, money, money, money, money (All you need, All you want, All you need is)