Money Lyrics by Gonzoe

Money Lyrics

    Uh, who is it?
    It's gonzoe!!

    Verse 1 *(gonzoe)*

    We in this for the cash right here
    Feel this here
    This my year
    Year of years
    Khakis to cordiers
    They hittin me up nigga
    Now i juss stare
    Ice up
    Smash out
    Hittin no fear
    On the same spot i cracked up
    My first 5 dollars
    Same steez-aline, now wit out the poppin collars
    Everything bubbled out
    Dash board, pull it out
    Girls in the backseat runnin they mouth
    Switch up, shut up
    Kiss my boo before she nut up
    Spittin it all juss tryin to get some cut up
    Somebody rollin a blunt
    Somebody chokin
    Somebody pass the blunt
    Constantly smokin
    The life, of a young tycoon
    Roll up green
    Pop x and lace 'em
    An this life i lead i ain't set
    If i ain't got a whip wit a grip or the woman i slip.
    Come on.

    Chorus *(val young & gonzoe)*

    (come on, come on)
    Money, money, money!
    (westside! eastside!)
    Don't you know that we.... need the paper?
    (get it, get it, come on)
    Money, money, money!
    (uh, uh)
    (ritzy, yukmeez)

    Verse 2 *(yukmouth)*

    I rock
    I rock a
    Afros, corn rows
    Mouth full of golds
    Young hustla hoppin outta range rove's
    Fully equipped wit tv's and videos
    Playin jet motto
    Sip x-o
    A ghetto superstara
    Livin life like there's no tomorrow
    Hit the spot in godfather convertable ???
    Smokin gonja
    From january 1st to kwanza
    Up in the bahammas
    Racin jet skis screamin "cowabunga!"
    Top of the world
    Yup me and my potnas
    Smoke-a-lot, regime
    20 a casa
    Skiddin through the islands
    Be the first to bust
    Grab on my nuts
    Scream in cuts
    Then i smoke the famous weed wit dutch
    Wit no crutch
    My lex got stick shift wit no clutch
    Push a button on the back of the steerin wheel and skee-skirt like starsky
    And hutch
    Young ritzy and yuk
    Quickly bust they enemies
    Get cheese like vito genevies
    Nigga please
    The new era regime
    Make 'em bow down kiss they ring
    Do they thing
    From here to beijing
    Stop hatin
    The shot calla
    That pop collars
    Before i get yo ass wit the rotwilers.


    Yeah we in it
    Hit the spot
    How much money you got?
    Show an tell nigga
    Doin all the big figgas yeah!
    An get... money, money, money!
    Westside! eastside!
    (don't you know that we.... need the paper?)
    Get it, got to have it baby, come on
    (money, money, money!)
    It belongs to me
    (from the hood, to the corner, and the playa)
    Come on.
    (money, money, money!)
    Westside, eastside!
    (to the playas on the streets, got to get them g's)
    Regime, come on.

    Verse 3 *(gonzoe)*

    Nigga we on some gangsta shit
    Young ritz, throw yo drank up
    Fire that dank up
    Tell them girls any lie you can think of
    We finna get fucked
    We pervin
    Off nade
    And the alazae workin
    Who searchin for a stiff who wanna follow
    And i voulen-teer
    Wrap yo lips around my stuff like a bottle
    I shake it, and take it
    And take it
    You suckas can't make it
    Cover it wit hatred
    Capitol punishment
    Make you taste it
    Break down the mind of a manson
    Cuz they basic, no care
    To my right hand
    Swear to bear arms
    Bust fo my loved ones
    An trust none
    Got money an funds
    I call upon an worship
    More evil than good, i fully work it
    Shots in ???
    The world go perfect wit dolla bills
    My wounds can't heal fool
    My world too real fo dolla bills.


    Money, money, money!
    (westside! eastside!)
    Don't you know that we.... need the paper?
    (gotta get it an spend it!)
    Money, money, money!
    (come on, come on, come on!)
    For the hood
    The corner
    And the playa
    (yeah tell 'em val!)
    Money, money, money!
    (get money, come on!)
    Playas on the streets, gotta get them g's.
    (come on!)
    (shake it!)
    Come on! (7x)
    Ha!! haaahaaa!
    Come on!