Sadat X - Money lyrics

Dollar, dollar bills Deutch, marks, franks, yens, and pounds I rock the jocked up sounds from Devenshire Downs Out the Fordham Road, up top in the boogie I be loyal to my peeps, like Buddha stud-doogie Never very bad news, payin' crazy dues I'm billowin' out crews and tamin' mad shrews Like Bill Shakespeare, the fakes will disappear The flavor in your ear is strong like Everclear 200 proofs so put the match to the roof And set this b***h on fire Get rich, the empire's about to strike back If you rock the mic wack And that's the way it is, cuz yo, it's like that Money Money Y'all It be the root of all evil Money Money Y'all It makes you popular with people I go back to the 80's Like 3 times a lady When it was ***** for free and crack for currency It just occured to me, it's time for surgery I remove MC's like tumors. The lies and the rumors Got me thinkin of this dub, by Timex Social Club Yo, word to my mama I'm high off the trauma Whitey Ford gets deeper than the subway trains And I serve lazy fools like fast food chains All pain no gain, makes the brain insane Life in the fast lane The flakes, the cash gains, for real Dollar bill y'all. Dollar bill y'all Dollar dollar dollar dollar bill y'all It takes money... To get that fly a** ho It takes money... To see me rock a live show It takes money... To get that last bag of smokes Cuz the county took it from you when that a** was broke Hey yo, I'm about to g-off, just like my name was Eddo Black kids call me whitey... spanish kids wetto White kids call me king of this b-boy thing If it's broke, then fix it. If it's wack, you mix it Can't none of you MC's ever **** with these You be crazy on my ****, like some p**no chick For the style that I'm blessin, ain't no second guessin Kid, heed the lesson. Subtraction, addition Reward for submission Ain't no debate I won't stop till I'm eatin off a platinum plate I want the stocks and bonds, plus the real estate I want the iron gates, and low interest rates Plus a fly little spot to bring all my dates A little stash of the cash put aside in a safe For when times get lean Y'all know what I mean Money Money Y'all Some be callin' it cream Money Money Y'all Some be callin' it fame Money Money Y'all But once I get it, i'm J I want cash and checks, I want diamond rings I want j**els on my neck and mad fly things I want a stack of fat chips, so I can go on long trips I want to sail the Bahamas on my own cruise ships I want acres of land. I want papers in hand I want stocks and bonds. All pros no cons Hey, if it smells funny, then back it up honey I want money y'all. I need the money y'all