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Dollar, dollar bills, deutch, marks, franks, yens, and pounds
I rock the chopped up sounds from Devenshire Downs
Out the Fordham Road, up top in the boogie
I be loyal to my peeps like budha stud doogie
Never very bad news, payin' crazy dues
I'm blowin' out crews and tamin' mad shrews
Like Bill Shakespeare, the fakes will disappear
The flavor in your ear is strong like Everclear
Two hundred proofs so put the match to the roof
And set this bitch on fire, get rich, the empire's
About to strike back if you rock the mic wack
And that's the way it is 'cause, yo, it's like that
Sadat X: Money, money y'all
It be the root of all evil
Sadat X: Money, money y'all
It makes you popular with people
I go back to the eighties like three times a lady
When it was pussy for free and crack for currency
It just occurred to me, it's time for surgery
I remove emcees like tumors, the lies and the rumors
Got me thinkin' of this dub by Timex Social Club
Yo, word to my momma, I'm high off the trauma
Whitey Ford 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, the flakes, the cash gains (for real)
CHORUS (X2)
Sadat X: Dollar bill y'all, dollar bill y'all
Dollar, dollar, dollar, dollar, dollar bill y'all
It takes money
Sadat X: to get that fly ass ho
It takes money
Sadat X: to see me rock a live show
It takes money
Sadat X: to get that last bag of smoke
(???) flirtin' when that ass was broke
Hey yo, I'm about to g-off just like my name was Ed-o
Black kids call me whitey
Spanish kids wetto
White kids call me the king of this b-boy thing
If it's broke then fix it, if it's wack remix it
Can't none of you emcees ever fuck with these
You be crazy on my dick like some porno chick
For the style that I'm blessin', ain't no second guessin'
Kid heed the lesson, subtraction, addition
Reward for submission, ain't no debate
Won't stop till I'm eatin' 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 a safe
When times get lean, y'all know what I mean
Sadat X: Money, money y'all
Some be callin' it cream
Sadat X: Money, money y'all
Some be callin' it fame
Sadat X: Money, money y'all
But once I get it I'm 'J'
CHORUS (X5)
I want cash and checks, I want diamond rings
I want jewels on my neck and mad fly things
I want a stack of fat chips so I can take long trips
I want to 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
I want the money y'all, I need the money y'all
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