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PERFORMING ARTISTS
JAY-Z
JAY-Z
Vocals
Jermaine Dupri Mauldin
Jermaine Dupri Mauldin
Vocals
Steve Arrington
Steve Arrington
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jermaine Dupri Mauldin
Jermaine Dupri Mauldin
Songwriter
Roger Parker
Roger Parker
Songwriter
Shawn Carter
Shawn Carter
Songwriter
Steve Arrington
Steve Arrington
Songwriter
CARTER, CHARLES C
CARTER, CHARLES C
Songwriter
Waung Hankerson
Waung Hankerson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jermaine Dupri Mauldin
Jermaine Dupri Mauldin
Producer
Brian Frye
Brian Frye
Recording Engineer
Ken Ifill
Ken Ifill
Engineer
Dana Chappelle
Dana Chappelle
Engineer
Phil Tan
Phil Tan
Mixing Engineer
Ed Rasso
Ed Rasso
Engineer
Kevin Lively
Kevin Lively
Assistant Engineer
Carlton Lynn
Carlton Lynn
Engineer
Eddie Sancho
Eddie Sancho
Engineer
Vlado Meller
Vlado Meller
Mastering Engineer
Bernie Grundman
Bernie Grundman
Mastering Engineer
Chris Puriam
Chris Puriam
Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Uh-huh-uh
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh-huh-uh
Uh-huh, uh-huh
So So Def
Yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes
With the top down, screamin' out, "Money ain't a thang"
Bubble hard in the double R, flashin' the rings
With the window cracked, holler back, "Money ain't a thang"
Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam clean
And to hell with the price, but the money ain't a thang
Bring it down hard for my dogs, that's locked in the bing
When you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang
[Chorus]
Y'all wanna floss with us?
'Cause all across the board, we burn it up
Drop a little paper, baby, toss it up
Slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up, see the money ain't a thang
[Verse 1]
I flex the Rolls, sign a check for your hoe
Jigga style is love, X and O
Save all your accolades, just the dough
My game is wide, all names aside
Tryna stay alive, hundred thou for the bracelet
Foolish, ain't I, the chain'll strain your eye
Twin platinum guns, son, aim for the sky
Ice on my bullet, you die soon as I pull it
Willies wanna rub shoulders, your money's too young
See me when it gets older, your bank account grow up
Mines is one, zero, zero, zero, oh'd up
Damn near out the rear trunk when I roll up
Multi till I close up, it's all basic
I been spendin' hunnids since they had small faces
Rob your stash house, doubled out down in Vegas
Me and J.D. got it locked crazy, where you at, haters?
[Chorus]
In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes
With the top down, screamin' out, "Money ain't a thang"
Bubble hard in the double R, flashin' the rings
With the window cracked, holler back, "Money ain't a thang"
Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam clean
And to hell with the price, but the money ain't a thang
Bring it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bing
When you hit the bricks, new whip, money ain't a thang
[Chorus]
Y'all wanna floss with us?
'Cause all across the board, we burnin' up
Drop a little paper, baby, toss it up
Just slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up, see the money ain't a thang
[Verse 2]
My cake thick, I live the life
Eatin' crab, watchin' bitches shake shit all night
I make the big moves, do the big thing
Take a small group, turn 'em into big names
The big dog with the big chains, frostbit bracelet
The match can't say I'm the shit, man
Type of **** that you need in your crew
Type of dude that'll do shit you won't do, can't do
Get more burned than a candle, too hot to hold
Too much to handle and the black C-low
He know if she look, she go bye-bye
With dada, and I ain't gotta say no more
I'm the truth like AI, got the proof and stay fly
In the safest shit, you could never buy, know why?
'Cause I write the songs that the whole world sing
I don't know 'bout y'all, but every night, I swing
[Chorus]
In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes
With the top down, screamin' out, "Money ain't a thang"
Bubble hard in the double R, flashin' the rings
With the window cracked, holler back, "Money ain't a thang"
Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam clean
And to hell with the price, but the money ain't a thang
Bring it down hard for my dogs, that's locked in the bing
When you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang
[Chorus]
Y'all wanna floss with us?
'Cause all across the board, we burn it up
Drop a little paper, baby, toss it up
Slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up, see the money ain't a thang
[Verse 3]
Y'all shit ain't for real till y'all ship a mill
And you hit a R&B chick, and she fit the bill
Said she loved my necklace, started relaxin'
And that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction
Went from wholesome to Jigga, you owe some
Baby, I don't play all my jewelry is light grey
Platinum, spend your whole life in the day
What's down is a bet, roll the dice (Yeah, yeah, let's play)
[Verse 4]
So what, you went gold and rock a Rollie with the ice bezel?
It's gon' take a lot more to see my level
When I'm at, your check, you better double that
And personally, your raps is where the trouble at
I'm up in bubble care, leather with the wood grain
In the platinum frame (Screamin')
It's not a game (Gleamin')
From ear to ear, wrist to wrist, ring your chain (Even)
Me and Jay-Z got it locked crazy
[Chorus]
In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes
With the top down, screamin' out, "Money ain't a thang"
Bubble hard in the double R, flashin' the rings
With the window cracked, holler back, "Money ain't a thang"
Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam clean
And to hell with the price 'cause the money ain't a thang
Bring it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bing
When you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang
[Chorus]
Y'all wanna floss with us?
'Cause all across the board, we burn it up
Drop a little paper, baby, toss it up
Slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up, see the money ain't a thang
[Outro]
So So Def
Roc-A-Fella
Collabo
You know
All we do is
Rock, rock on
Rock, rock on
Rock, rock on
Written by: Buddy L. Hank, Charles Carter, Jermaine Dupri Mauldin, Roger Parker, Shawn Carter, Steve Arrington
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