Money [Dollar Bill] [feat. Sadat X]

Dollar, dollar bills

Dong, marks, francs, yens and pounds

I'm rocking chopped up sounds

From Devonshire Downs

Out to Fordham Road

Up top in the buggy

I be loyal to my peeps like

Who discovered dougie

Bearing, bearing of bad news

Paying crazy dues

I'm blowing out crews

And taming mad shrews

Like Bill Shakespeare the fakes will disappear

The flavor in the air

Strong like Everclear

Two hundred proof

So 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 whack

And that's the way it is

'Cause yo, it's like that

Hey money, money ya'll

It be the root of all evil

Money, money y'all

It makes you popular with people

I go back to the eighties like three times a lady

When it was **** free

And **** 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

'Bout time I made social club

Yo, word to my mama

I'm high off the trauma

Right before it 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 deflates cash gains

Dollar bill y'all

Dollar bill y'all

Dollar, dollar, dollar, dollar, dollar fill y'all

Dollar bill y'all

Dollar bill y'all

Dollar, dollar, dollar, dollar, dollar bill y'all

It takes money to hit that fly ****

It takes money

To see me rock a live show

It takes money

To get that last bag of smoke

'Cause he can't even take it for you when that **** is proof

Hey you I'm 'bout to G off

Just like my name was Eddo

Black kids call me Whitey

Spanish kids Wheto

White kids call me king of this B boy thing

If it's broke then fix it

If it's wack you mix it

None of you MCs ever **** with these

You be crazy on my ****

Like some **** chick

For the style that I'm blessing

Ain't no second guessing

Can't heed the lessons, subtraction, addition

Reward for submission, ain't no debate

Won't stop till I'm eating off a platinum plate

I want the 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 the cash put aside in the 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 fetty

Money, money y'all

But once I get it I'm jeggy

Dollar bill y'all

Dollar bill y'all

Dollar, dollar, dollar, dollar, dollar fill y'all

Dollar bill y'all

Dollar bill y'all

Dollar, dollar, dollar, dollar, dollar bill y'all

Dollar bill y'all

Dollar bill y'all

Dollar, dollar, dollar, dollar, dollar fill y'all

Dollar bill y'all

Dollar bill y'all

Dollar, dollar, dollar, dollar, dollar bill y'all

Dollar bill y'all

Dollar bill y'all

Dollar, dollar, dollar, dollar, dollar bill y'all

I want cash and checks

I want diamond rings

I want jewels on my neck

And mad fly things

I want stacks of fat chips

So I can take long trips

I wanna 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