[Fat Joe] Uh, wrist on froze, thanks to the stove Mattress financial, bank´s never closed Monday to Sunday, serve all addicts Joey Van Gundy, watch me work the Magic Aah, and I ain´t talkin´ NBA I ain´t even trust the breath, and Jealous Ones Still Envy me Problem is, these guys ain´t even half what they pretend to be Cold don, now look at all the shots that they keep sendin me And your girl the best, she fulfillin´ all my fantasies
She drip, drip, drippin´ all up in the drop head Phantom seats Now pop your bottles, blow your kush, fuck what your man say Cause you know we don´t give a fuck, we let the band play
[ Trey Songz] If it ain´t about money, why we wastin´ time? (Until I die) Money´s all that´s on my mind
[Trey Songz] You can believe that, I´ll be where the cheese at Wrist on froze, better get your hoe Pocket full of paper, so these haters can´t stand me Ballin´ like the Lakers, keep heat like Miami And she killin´ in them jeans, "Baby, won´t you take ´em off for me?"
She said she a boss, she ain´t talkin´ If it ain´t about money, why we wastin´ time? (Yeah)
[Fat Joe] Yeah, yo Neck on froze, thanks to the hoes Pussy never plummet, pimp ´til I´m gone Powder white work, let´s get this shit poppin´ And Fuck Tha Police, like them niggas out in Compton Aah, we too fly for our own good And you can see the sky shinin´ on the chrome hood And you can smell that money right off the Lou´ Vuitton Self-made millionaire right from the Bronx On my way to Cali, Kobe, he playin´ LeBron
Drop 50 stacks, tell my niggas "Pay the bar" Stop trippin´, that pussy got a nigga hard And the Am-Ex card blacker than my nigga ´Kon... vict Music, aaaoooowww!
[ Trey Songz] If it ain´t about money, why we wastin´ time? (Until I die) Money´s all that´s on my mind
[Trey Songz] You can believe that, I´ll be where the cheese at Wrist on froze, better get your hoe Pocket full of paper, so these haters can´t stand me Ballin´ like the Lakers, keep heat like Miami And she killin´ in them jeans, "Baby, won´t you take ´em off for me?"
She said she a boss, she ain´t talkin´ If it ain´t about money, why we wastin´ time? (Yeah) You can believe that, I´ll be where the cheese at Wrist on froze, better get your hoe Pocket full of paper, so these haters can´t stand me Ballin´ like the Lakers, keep heat like Miami And she killin´ in them jeans, "Baby, won´t you take ´em off for me?" She said she a boss, she ain´t talkin´ If it ain´t about money, why we wastin´ time? (Yeah)
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