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(Intro) Without money, what would we do? We've got our little idea to see what's going on Listen! Money is the root of all evil But ain’t nothing evil about money! I've got, I've got, I've got, I've got, I've got money! (Verse) I need a great sex Balling, might see me with Steven A. Smith Picture me working the day shift Making minimal wage, man I couldn't pay shit. Nigga I got bills, I turn 40 to 80, I got skills You push this rocking where we work Miami Cuban over the Rocko wearing shirt Then it’s the match, nigga I just painted the stack Depending if I'm offended, die when I finish this rap Now where the bread at? That's where Fred's at Double XL freshman it’s special A rap Strip club chain I'm in, You're the president in the end! Stripper’s singing, "It's raining men" Look son, bro, walk 'em out, dummy! My name Fred the God, and we're talking about it! (Hook) Letras de cancionesMoney, money, money, money I've got, I've got, I've got, I've got, I've got Money, money, money, money I've got, I've got, I've got, I've got, I've got Money, money, money, money (Verse) Beamer pocket, then I get on a carpet She's sexy like a dina She's leaning and leaving markets I'm showing you I'm the best We’re you not local? They tell you American Express Next king of New York know I'm a clear shot She never seen a half a man spent on a brazier top I'm standing here, watch! Been born since Mike Jackson still doing the ten drop Now I'm sitting on the yacht seat Couple old school niggas be playing yachtze White linen, seen her killed in autopsies Make more than you off of coke spots and oxies Sick Cuban, Jesus piece flooded, Russell Simmonds seen it and thought it was Rick Ruben And now labels know the flow was real Like how I dress it up, now let's close the deal! (Hook) Money, money, money, money I've got, I've got, I've got, I've got, I've got Money, money, money, money I've got, I've got, I've got, I've got, I've got Money From Letras Mania