Letra Money (feat. yukmouth) Gonzoe

Money (feat. yukmouth)

(Moola)Money!Money!Haha!Uh, who is it?It's Gonzoe!! Verse 1 *(Gonzoe)* We in this for the cash right herefeel this herethis my yearyear of yearskhakis to Cordiersthey hittin me up nigganow I juss stareice upsmash outhittin no fearon the same spot I cracked upmy first 5 dollarssame steez-aline, now wit out the poppin collarseverything bubbled outdash board, pull it outgirls in the backseat runnin they mouthswitch up, shut upkiss my boo before she nut upspittin it all juss tryin to get some cut upfloatinsomebody rollin a bluntsomebody chokinsomebody pass the bluntconstantly smokinthe life, of a young tycoonroll up greenpop X and lace 'eman this life I lead I ain't setif I ain't got a whip wit a grip or the woman I slip.
Come on. Chorus *(Val Young & Gonzoe)* (Come on, come on)
Money, Money, Money!(Westside! Eastside!)Don't you know that we.... need the paper?(get it, get it, come on)(yeah)
Money, Money, Money!(uh, uh)(what?!)(
Ritzy, Yukmeez) Verse 2 *(Yukmouth)* Uh.I rock
I rock aafros, corn rowsmouth full of goldsyoung hustla hoppin outta Range Rove'sfully equipped wit TV's and videosplayin Jet Mottosip X-Oa ghetto superstaralivin life like there's no tomorrowhit the spot in Godfather convertable ???smokin gonjafrom January 1st to Kwanzaup in the Bahammasracin jet skis screamin "Cowabunga!"top of the worldyup me and my potnasSmoke-A-
Lot, Regime20 a casaskiddin through the islandsbe the first to bustgrab on my nutsscream in cutsthen I smoke the famous weed wit Dutchwit no crutchmy Lex got stick shift wit no clutchpush a button on the back of the steerin wheel and skee-skirt like Starsky and HutchYoung Ritzy and Yukquickly bust they enemiesget cheese like Vito Geneviesnigga pleasethe new era Regimemake 'em bow down kiss they ringdo they thingfrom here to Beijingstop hatinthe shot callathat pop collarsbefore I get yo ass wit the Rotwilers. *(Gonzoe)* Yeah we in ithit the spothow much money you got?
Show an tell niggadoin all the big figgas yeah!
An get... money, money, money!
Westside! Eastside!(Don't you know that we.... need the paper?)
Get it, got to have it baby, come on(
Money, Money, Money!)it belongs to me(
From the hood, to the corner, and the playa)
Come on.(
Money, Money, Money!)Westside, Eastside!(To the playas on the streets, got to get them g's)What?Regime, come on. Verse 3 *(Gonzoe)* Nigga we on some gangsta shit
Young Ritz, throw yo drank upfire that dank uptell them girls any lie you can think ofwe finna get fuckedwe pervinoff nadeand the Alazae workinwho searchin for a stiff who wanna followand I voulen-teerwrap yo lips around my stuff like a bottlehere
I shake it, and take itand take ityou suckas can't make itcover it wit hatredcapitol punishmentmake you taste itbreak down the mind of a Mansoncuz they basic, no careto my right handswear to bear armsbust fo my loved onesan trust nonegot money an funds
I call upon an worshipmore evil than good, I fully work itshots in ???the world go perfect wit dolla billsmy wounds can't heal foolmy world too real fo dolla bills. *(Chorus)* Money, Money, Money!(Westside! Eastside!)Don't you know that we.... need the paper?(
Gotta get it an spend it!)
Money, Money, Money!(Come on, come on, come on!)
For the hoodthe cornerand the playa(
Yeah tell 'em Val!)Money, Money, Money!(Get money, come on!)
Playas on the streets, gotta get them G's.(What?!)(Come on!)(
Shake it!)
Come on! (7x)Ha!! Haaahaaa!Come on!