Dollar dollar bills
 Dotes  marks  franks  yens and pounds
 I rock the chopped up sounds from devinger dounds
 Out the Ford Rover  up top in the boogie
 I be loyal to my peps just like pooh to stud doogie
 Never bearer bad news
 Paying crazy dues
 I'm blowing out crews and taming mad shrews
 Like Bill Shakespeare  the fakes will disappear
 The flavor in your ear is strong like everclear
 200 proofs will put the match to the roof
 And set this bitch on fire
 Get rich to empire
 About to strike back if you rock the mic whack
 And thats the way it is cause yo its 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 '80's
 Like "Three Times A Lady"
 When it was pussy for free
 And crack for currency
 It just occurred to me
 Its time for surgery
 I remove emcees like tumors
 The lies and the rumors got me thinking of this dove
 About time made social club
 Yo word to my mama
 I'm high off the trauma
 Whitey Ford gets deeper than a subway train
 And I serve lazy fools like fast food chains
 All pain no gain makes the brain insane
 Life in the fast lane deflates the cash gain

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

 (Sadat X) Everlast
 It takes money
 (To get that fly ass hoe)
 It takes money
 (To see me rock a live show)
 It takes money
 (To get that last bag of smoke cause ???
 Hey I'm about to gee off just like my name was Edo
 Black kids call me Whitey
 Spanish kids Whito
 White kids call me king of this b-boy thing
 If its broke than he fix it
 If its wack the mix 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 blessing
 Ain't no second guessing
 Can't heed the lesson, subtraction addition
 The war for submission
 Ain't no debate
 Won't stop until I've eaten off a platinum plate
 I want 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 cash, to put inside 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 feti
 (Money money y'all)
 But once I get it I'm jeti

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 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 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 pack it up honey
 I want the money y'all
 I need the money y'all