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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fabolous
Fabolous
Vocals
Sandra Park
Sandra Park
Violin
Lisa Kim
Lisa Kim
Violin
Wen Qian
Wen Qian
Violin
Rebecca Young
Rebecca Young
Viola
Alan Stepansky
Alan Stepansky
Cello
Andy Snizter
Andy Snizter
Saxophone
Aaron Heick
Aaron Heick
Saxophone
Mike Davis
Mike Davis
Trombone
Jeff Kievit
Jeff Kievit
Trumpet
Justin Smith
Justin Smith
Drums
Swizz Beatz
Swizz Beatz
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Jackson
John Jackson
Songwriter
Kasseem Dean
Kasseem Dean
Songwriter
Dennis Coles
Dennis Coles
Songwriter
Robert Diggs
Robert Diggs
Songwriter
Gary Grice
Gary Grice
Songwriter
Lamont Jody Hawkins
Lamont Jody Hawkins
Songwriter
Isaac Hayes
Isaac Hayes
Songwriter
Jason Hunter
Jason Hunter
Songwriter
Russell Jones
Russell Jones
Songwriter
David Porter
David Porter
Songwriter
Clifford Smith
Clifford Smith
Songwriter
Corey Woods
Corey Woods
Songwriter
Justin Smith
Justin Smith
Songwriter
Rob Mathes
Rob Mathes
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Just Blaze
Just Blaze
Producer
Ryan West
Ryan West
Mixing Engineer
Andy Wright
Andy Wright
Recording Engineer
Ken "Supa Engineer" Duro
Ken "Supa Engineer" Duro
Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
D Brown
D Brown
Recording Engineer
Jordan "DJ Swivel" Young
Jordan "DJ Swivel" Young
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Record mode
Get your money in the air like this (Yeah yeah)
Fab time, BK
[Verse 2]
We knock this out homey (Yes)
Street da-da-da-da-damn (Yes)
Ay it's a new year, and I'm back for new money
Just, I think I left somethin' (Just blaze)
[Verse 3]
Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M
It's a new year, dolla, dolla bill y'all, yup
Get that money yup, dolla, dolla bill y'all, yup
Get that money yup, dolla, dolla bill y'all, yup yup
[Verse 4]
Yes, it's the return of the young hustle
A **** came for the money, not the tongue tussle
Me I'd rather do my lip lashin', when the chips cash in
Then you might see me on the strip flashin'
Like Vegas lights, and they say I shine Vegas bright
Draw a crowd like a Vegas fight
So shit, gettin' hit in my leg is light
I mean it coulda been a Tupac Vegas night
Or maybe a Notorious L.A. evening
[Verse 5]
"Baby you okay?" I mean, well I'm breathin'
Hell I'm even, bossin' than I left
The money ain't right then I toss you to the left
Yes, to the left, to the left
Everything is hustle to the death for the F-A-B baby, they be lazy
Gucci straightjacket 'cause I may be crazy
Loony for the loot, psycho for the paper
This is a new year, but I recycle for the paper
If green talks, then I'm the Geico with the paper
So have my check right, no typos with the paper, please
[Verse 6]
Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M
It's a new year, dolla, dolla bill y'all, yup
Get that money yup, dolla, dolla bill y'all, yup
Get that money yup, Dolla dolla bill I said
[Verse 7]
Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M (Come on)
It's a new year, dolla, dolla bill y'all, yup
Get that money yup, Dolla dolla bill y'all (Yes), yup
Get that money yup, dolla, dolla bill y'all, yup yup
[Verse 8]
They say the rap game remind 'em of the crack game
That's why they money go, quicker than a crack high
My money stack high, how high? Shaq high
Yao high, that's why yours is Bow Wow high
You lookin' at your new hustle, like your last hustle
Was looked at as Russell, in my past hustle
Shorty work it, she be on her ass hustle
She make it clap, she know how to work them ass muscles
[Verse 9]
Fast rush you, then back to the money
They say I'm frontin', can't turn my back to the money
And truthfully you're cool but I'm attracted to money
So why don'tcha turn your back to the money and let it shake
I'm lovin' how you move that smooth, you let it snake
But players don't chase at it, baby, we let it make
Bet it make sense when you make them dollars
I ain't gotta make them move, but I make them holla
This my year, but y'all can help be celebrate
I'm 9:15, that means I'm hella straight
Swizz stacks, Just blaze bucks
I'm back for my money, it's just they luck, fuck
[Verse 10]
Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M
It's a new year, dolla, dolla bill y'all, yup
Get that money yup, dolla, dolla bill y'all, yup
Get that money yup, Dolla dolla bill I said
[Verse 11]
Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M
It's a new year, dolla, dolla bill y'all, yup
Get that money yup, dolla, dolla bill y'all, yup
Get that money yup, dolla, dolla bill y'all, yup yup
[Verse 12]
Get your money in the air, m-m-money in the air
Get your money in the air, m-m-money in the air
Let me see it up, let, let me see it up (Come on)
Let me see it up, let, let me see it up, ladies
Money in the air, m-m-money in the air
Money in the air, m-m-money in the air
Money in the air, m-m-money in the air
Let me see it up, **** you don't need that dough
**** you don't need that dough
Written by: Clifford Smith, Corey Woods, David Porter, Dennis Coles, GRICE GARY E, Gary Grice, Isaac Hayes, J. Smith, Jason Hunter, John Jackson, Kasseem Dean, Lamont Jody Hawkins, Robert Diggs, Russell Jones
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