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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Joey Bada$$
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jo-Vaughn Virginie
Songwriter
Chris Martin
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Premier
Producer
Lloyd Parks
Mixing Engineer
Mark Christensen
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Money ain't a thing if I got it
Money ain't a thing if I got it
[Verse 2]
Before the money there was love
But before the money it was tough
Then came the money through a plug
It's a shame this ain't enough
[Verse 3]
Yo, sittin' back plottin'
Jottin' information on my nation
Really started from the bottom, boy, cotton
But they still planted plantation, we keep buyin' in
Closed minded man
Pride is higher than the prices on your Prada's and Belciaga's
Balance my saga with the Henny Agua
Me and **** tryna eat
You pussies empanada
The flow like plenty lava
With just a penny I could my worth
And make you work for me for twenty hours
I swear these **** love to copy, thanks for listenin'
The kid ain't been the same since Biggie smacked me at my christenin'
Watch what you dishin' and please play it safe
'Cause your position on the top is switchin' right in front your face
Rock you outta space with rhymes I'm bustin' out
Keep duckin' down
Got some missiles now headed for your house
So put the pistols down, got that red dot on your nose
[Verse 4]
Who booked the clown, I lock jaws like a blue nose
Foes, keep your mouth closed or you can see the solar
I got connections that guaranteed to see closed doors
You hear that underground sonar
The way I flows then switch them
The pros been on a mission
Listen, enter the chamber
Get hyperbolic
They raisin' Macs
I raise stakes to keep them brolic
My visions is macrocosmic, pass the chronic
The mastered sonics is light years above your conscience
You're novice, but I got notes that strike nerves
I promise your minds ain't sharp like my swords
So cut the BS and don't worry where my jeans is
And BS, your bitch a genius, learned from my penis
I got dreams sellin' arenas and breakin' brackets
Tennis racket, while I'm crackin' a Serena
Goddamn, God bless the heaven that sent you
But now I'm breezin' out, baby, 'cause my rent's due
[Verse 5]
Shit is really real out here
I said, shit is really real out here
It ain't easy
Just tryna get a deal out here (Word)
Money ain't a thing if I got it
[Verse 6]
I'm screamin' cream
Who fuckin' with the rap supreme?
Joey Bad and Big Preem came to collect the green
I got a dollar and a dream, know what I mean?
And I gotta get my momma off the scene
I'm screamin' cream
Who fuckin' with the rap supreme?
Joey Bad and Big Preem came to collect the green
I got a dollar and a dream, know what I mean?
And I gotta get my momma off the scene
(Joey Bada$$)
[Verse 7]
'Cause cash ruined everythin' around me
Cash ruined everythin' around me, me
Cash ruined everythin' around me
Won't sign to major if no wager
Money ain't a thing
They say money is the root of all evil
I say money is the root of all people
'Cause we all follow paper trail$, paper trail$
And everybody gotta pay they bills, pay they bills
It ain't easy
They say money is the root of all evil
I say money is the root of all people
'Cause we all follow paper trail$, paper trail$
And everybody gotta pay they bills, pay they bills
[Verse 8]
Hey, it's the dollar, dollar bill, y'all
It's the dollar, dollar bills
It's the dollar bill that kills y'all
It's the dollar, dollar bill, y'all
It's the dollar, dollar bills
It's the dollar bill that kills y'all
It's the dollar, dollar bill, y'all
It's the dollar, dollar bill
It's the dollar bill that kills y'all
It's the dollar, dollar bill, y'all
It's the dollar, dollar bill
It's the dollar bill that kills
[Verse 9]
Before the money, it was love
But before the money it was tough
Then came the money through a plug
It's a shame this ain't enough
Written by: Author Unknown Composer, Chris Martin, Jo-Vaughn Virginie, Labarca Rolla Wilfredo Rolando, Ricardo Roberto Toro Lavin