Money (Dollar Bill) Lyrics

(feat. Sadat X)

Dollar dollar bills
Deutch marks, francs, yens and pounds
I rock the jocked up sounds
From Devonshire Downs
Out the Fordham Road,
Up top in the boogie
I be loyal to my peeps just like Budha Stud-doogie
Never very bad news
Payin' crazy dues
I'm blowing out crews
And tamin' mad shrews
Like Bill Shakespeare,
The fakes will disappear
The flavor in your ear is strong like Everclear
200 proofs will put the match to the roof
And set this b**** on fire
Get rich, the empire's
About to strike back if you rock the mic wack
And that's the way it is 'cause yo it's like that

(Sadat X) Money money y'all
It be the root of all evil
(Sadat X) Money money y'all
It makes you popular with people

I go back to the '80's
Like "Three Times A Lady"
When it was p**** for free
And crack for currency
It just occurred to me
It's time for surgery
I remove MC's like tumors
The lies and the rumors got me thinking of this dub
By Timex Social Club
Yo word to my mama
I'm high off the trauma
Whitey Ford gets deeper than 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
Chorus x2
Dollar bill y'all, dollar bill y'all
Dolla dolla dolla dolla dolla bill y'all

(Sadat X) Everlast
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 smoke
Cause they kindly take from it when that a** was broke
Hey yo I'm about to g-off just like my name was Ed-o
Black kids call me Whitey
Spanish kids Wetto
White kids call me the king of this b-boy thing
If it's broke then fix it
If it's wack remix it
Can't none of you emcees ever f*** with these
You be crazy on my d*** like some p**** chick
For the style that I'm blessing
Ain't no second guessing
Kid heed the lesson, subtraction addition
Reward for submission
Ain't no debate
Won't stop 'till I'm eating off a platinum plate
I want 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 cash, to put aside in a safe
When times get lean
Y'all know what I mean
(Money money y'all)
Some be calling it cream
(Money money y'all)
Some be calling it fame
(Money money y'all)
But once I get it I'm J

Chorus x5

I want cash and checks
I want diamond rings
I want jewels on my neck and mad fly things
I want a stack of fat chips so I can take 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 the money y'all
I need the money y'all
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