Money, Money, Money

[Az-Izz] I'm Az-Izz, y'all can't stop me Make a G a day sellin stolen drop three's Ain't nuttin funny, run up on you when its sunny Pump two in your tummy, all for the money When I coped the five, with the Batman eyes You could ride, but first hustlin ?Q-4-5's? [Young Zee] Yeah, yeah Niggas live for it, niggas die for it End up on the run, with thirty-five warrants Ya boy will get'choo shot with'cha gun Leave you layin there screamin at the top of your lungs Zee rob white guys with nice lives I'm tight cocked, only mess with girls that got five jobs Do crack wit'choo, sit around and they laugh Those same niggas get you for a pound and a half Beef start, better keep the spark 'Cuz a fool and his money will soon depart Chorus: Zee (Outsidaz) I'm tryin to keep money (Keep money, money, money) Deep money (Deep money, money, money) Weed money (Weed money, money, money) Leave my seed money (Seed money, money, money) I need trick money (Trick money, money, money) Quick money (Quick money, money, money) Get me real rich money (Rich money, money, money) I need... (Money, money, money) I need... (Money, money, money) [Yah Yah] Yo... You on the frozen budget, I'm holdin dutches Anything I wanna do, I goes and does it I'ma shine like a pile of golden nuggets Catch me in GQ posin rugged Nasty fellow, pick my nose in public Wipe the snot on my clothes, shockin the hoes Chillin with Chris, smokin pot in the Rolls For the love of money, I'ma stay down Trade pounds, and jail bound Bringin drugs on the Greyhound [Denzy] Yo yo Aiyyo, Denzy, Benz Jeep, ten freaks behind me (I like) M-P's and rhymin (I like) M3's and diamonds (I just) empty the nine if you attemptin to rob 'em Start wilin', gettin money from bricks from Long Island, uhh Give me that paper dogg, I gotta have it White ?liver? pockets so money is automatic We done bought the carrots And you still lookin sorta savage Theres a whole lotta money out there, you oughtta grab it Chorus [DU] My creation is free basin, replaced 'em Won't see DU on VH1, you's a wannabe DJ Run We lace blunts, peer pressure At least take some, he play dumb Always and forever heat wavin Put a mask on y'all meet Jason This paper need chasin Roll with teenagers, smokin green acres Smell that free fragrance, thats bomb weed baby [Nawshis] Keep your raps up, you'll be the king Shoutin "Can't nobody do me a thing" With mad jewelry to bling Sittin chunky, then dip this honey Pushin Excursions and Suburbans, gettin money If these fake players and playa'rettes They get me major vexed I wave a tech, have 'em comin out they Avirex So your ?willie pad? is gettin recalled I'ma teach all y'all to speed ball Chorus x2 with some variations