(Moola)
 Money!
 Money!
 Haha!
 Uh  who is it?
 It's Gonzoe!!

 Verse 1 *(Gonzoe)*

 We in this for the cash right here
 feel this here
 this my year
 year of years
 khakis to Cordiers
 they hittin me up nigga
 now I juss stare
 ice up
 smash out
 hittin no fear
 on the same spot I cracked up
 my first 5 dollars
 same steez aline  now wit out the poppin collars
 everything bubbled out
 dash board, pull it out
 girls in the backseat runnin they mouth
 switch up, shut up
 kiss my boo before she nut up
 spittin it all juss tryin to get some cut up
 floatin
 somebody rollin a blunt
 somebody chokin
 somebody pass the blunt
 constantly smokin
 the life, of a young tycoon
 roll up green
 pop X and lace 'em
 an this life I lead I ain't set
 if 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 a
 afros, corn rows
 mouth full of golds
 young hustla hoppin outta Range Rove's
 fully equipped wit TV's and videos
 playin Jet Motto
 sip X-O
 a ghetto superstara
 livin life like there's no tomorrow
 hit the spot in Godfather convertable ???
 smokin gonja
 from January 1st to Kwanza
 up in the Bahammas
 racin jet skis screamin "Cowabunga!"
 top of the world
 yup me and my potnas
 Smoke-A-Lot, Regime
 20 a casa
 skiddin through the islands
 be the first to bust
 grab on my nuts
 scream in cuts
 then I smoke the famous weed wit Dutch
 wit no crutch
 my Lex got stick shift wit no clutch
 push a button on the back of the steerin wheel and skee-skirt like Starsky
 and Hutch
 Young Ritzy and Yuk
 quickly bust they enemies
 get cheese like Vito Genevies
 nigga please
 the new era Regime
 make 'em bow down kiss they ring
 do they thing
 from here to Beijing
 stop hatin
 the shot calla
 that pop collars
 before I get yo ass wit the Rotwilers.

 *(Gonzoe)*

 Yeah we in it
 hit the spot
 how much money you got?
 Show an tell nigga
 doin 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 up
 fire that dank up
 tell them girls any lie you can think of
 we finna get fucked
 we pervin
 off nade
 and the Alazae workin
 who searchin for a stiff who wanna follow
 and I voulen-teer
 wrap yo lips around my stuff like a bottle
 here
 I shake it, and take it
 and take it
 you suckas can't make it
 cover it wit hatred
 capitol punishment
 make you taste it
 break down the mind of a Manson
 cuz they basic, no care
 to my right hand
 swear to bear arms
 bust fo my loved ones
 an trust none
 got money an funds
 I call upon an worship
 more evil than good, I fully work it
 shots in ???
 the world go perfect wit dolla bills
 my wounds can't heal fool
 my 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 hood
 the corner
 and 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