| Money, money, money, money!
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| Money, money, money, money!
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| «You make me feel so goooood!»
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| Money, money, money, money!
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| Money, money, money, money!
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| Money, money, money, money!
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| Money, money, money, money!
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| In the world of change, here I am
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| Tryin to have some thangs
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| So what you need is some game, to get your money man
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| Ohh baby, in the world of paper, paper
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| Thinkin of a master plan
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| Cause ain’t nuttin but sweat inside my hand
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| So I dig into my pockets, all my money is spent
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| So I dig deeper, but still comin up with lint
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| So I, start my mission, leave my residence
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| Thinkin how can I get some dead presidents
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| I need money, I used to see a stick-up kid
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| So I think of all the devious things I did
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| I used to roll up, this is a hold up, ain’t nuttin funny
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| Stop smilin, cause still don’t nuttin move but the money
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| Cause now I’ve learned to earn cause I’m righteous
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| I feel great, so maybe I might just
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| Search fo' a 9 to 5, if I strive
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| Then maybe I’ll stay alive
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| So I walk up the street, whistlin this
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| Feelin out of place cause man do I miss
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| A pen and a paper, a stereo, a tape of
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| Me and Warren G, and a big fat plate of
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| Chicken wings, cause that’s my favorite thang
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| But without no money man that shit’s a dream
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| Cause I don’t like to dream about gettin paid
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| So I dig into the books of the rhymes that I’ve made
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| Soon as I bust 'em see if I got pull
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| I hit the DoggHouse, cause I’m paid in full
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| Money, money, money, money!
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| Money, money, money, money!
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| Money, money, money!
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| W-w-w-w-w-well
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| W-w-w-w-w-welllll
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| Ohhhh baby
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| W-w-w-w-w-well
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| W-w-w-w-wellll, ohh baby
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| Ohhhh baby |