번역: 명주. 돈을 위해.
need money (money), mo money. Mo money, (ching ching), money, nuthing move but the money. Money, money, look nothing move but the money. Money, money
a nigga got some cheddar Girls be like (A LOON)! Take that, get money, cars, player That's that act innocent get his credit card for his info (ah) For
slow Now Sire/Warner Bros. clocks all the dough As the record revolves money's gettin' made A.S.C.A.P. pays me every time it's played I chill in def leathers pure silks
's blown off Armani suits Pavet medallions, [Incomprehensible] boots Cristal and steak, shrimp big as your hand I bought a silk robe and it's from Siam This jam's for
hard for some new street tricks I think I'll join a gang, sling a little cane Put a beeper on my belt and get myself a name Fresh sneakers, silk shirts
Move like a king when I roll hops You try to flex bang another nigga drops You gotta deal with this 'cause there's no way out Why? Cash money ain't
nigga, once again That real shit, nigga I thought you knew, bitch Better recognize Players, check your grip before you get popped Bitches, get my money
It was a Saturday night on the streets of Cali Threw on my dope silk suit, brushed off my suede Bally's Threw on enough gold for any girl's pleasure Left
that Jungle was busting his gun to get your weak chain back They don't respect you a check's due for me for your fame Mega I hope you blow so I'm saying
rip up a track Goin' to Blackstreet so I can pick up my plaque What you need me to bring back? Mil, platinum earrings and silk Gucci towers for the Cristal
they at a great deal No money, we activate them, no refunds But you can trade them for we press no limitations Buck, buck, we patient, have all your money
, homie, grab a drink 'Cause you don't wanna play big bank take little bank We at The Palms where it ain't no drama Hugh Hef' thugged out wearin' Layzie pajamas House coat, pure silk, party hard for
She fuck for dough for opium, prostitute emporium 500 Benz, 500 friends sell Cambodian 8's cup of vodka, 4 cup of juice for sodium Money, money, sweet
All we want is the money I keep 'em bro wake up one morning And, with some money to spend, they go crazy I'm goin' to tell you a story in stereo About
I can be Ohh, yeah Now first come the cash, then come the ass Then come big blunts with big chunks of hash When I score with a whore she be game for
a stare Getting paid to make love to a kick in the snap As I sat up in the cut just for waiting my chance To solicit Sauncerea for a private dance Yo
me in the box for startin it off They told me for the next 7 months, if I laid low Then I'd be egible for a furlough [ CHORUS ] [ VERSE 3: W.C. ] Finally