Текст песни Money

[Pusha T]

(Speaking normally)

Re-Up Gang...

Pusha...

Ab-Liva...

Malice...

Sandman (Yea)

[Chorus]

Money, Money, Money, Money, Money

Gimme Some

Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money

Gimme Some

[Hook: Pusha T.]

Now ask yourself: do you roll with the winners?

Spend Benjamins just as fast as they print 'em?

Walk through the city in your thousand dollar denims?

Drive foreign cars with the V-12s in 'em?

[Pusha T.]

Pop corks, dedicate this toast to the villains

With all my niggas, all my guns, all my women

Graphic year, I can see about a million

All for the love of drug dealin' (uh)

If the Feds grabbin' Gotti still ain't stop me

I'll never stop sellin' this Whitney and Bobby (never stop)

Watch so rocky, Apollo on the fist

Right wrist, killin' niggas like Brago in this bitch

[Ab-Liva]

That McClaren I saw wit a beautiful... (ho! )

Ceiling in the trunk is touch down with the doors

Louis Vutton denim, the drag don't hem 'em

Euorpean cut with gold stitchin' on the emblem

See I'm a go getta, mami's a gold digger

A match made in Heaven, we livin' the show nigga

The (hoes) wit her, look good, and them clothes fit her

She love that I'm a boss, X's and O's with us

The Rosea sipper that mix crack(! )

I give it to 'em, unkie sport shoes that date back

Hard rubber sole, red and green where the lace at

You can't hold me down like Diddy and Mace back (so take that)

[Hook: Pusha T.]

Now ask yourself: do you roll with the winners?

Spend Benjamins just as fast as they print 'em?

Walk through the city in your thousand dollar denims?
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Drive foreign cars with the V-12s in 'em? (Yea, yea)

[Chorus]

Money, Money, Money, Money, Money

Gimme Some

Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money

Gimme Some

[Sandman]

Check the wrist for time, and all I see partying hard

Colorful specks, dancin' on a disco ball

And the shit goes on, I'm talkin' vicious wills

Chicks wit heels, fish scales deals, I inhale still

Chokin' on the potent (uh)

Fade deep, dark, and wavy like the ocean (yes)

Crazy how they notice, me in events

You count cheese, hundred G's on my wrist

Your lights flash, your like ass so she leavin' my whip

Something foreign, choking, groovin', tourin'

With no pen, that's how you know when you show them

Real niggas shit, I let bitches brain storm

Tryin' to analysis how daddy making it rain storm

[Malice]

I lead a horse to water, but I can't make 'em drink

I chef classics, here's my Cuban link

Mama want it all, even the kitchen sink

But they don't never get nothin', I just let 'em think

Yea... the allure for the couture

South Miami Beach, Art Deco decor

Par k, louis chest, bar for the floor

Out the blue, mama wanna build a rapport (yes)

I love what she do, she love what I can afford

G-4 flights, we the only ones aboard

Over the clouds, dodging the down pour

But even them double R's got burners in the door

[Hook: Pusha T.]

Now ask yourself: do you roll with the winners?

Spend Benjamins just as fast as they print 'em?

Walk through the city in your thousand dollar denims?

Drive foreign cars with the V-12s in 'em? (Yea, yea)

[Chorus]

Money, Money, Money, Money, Money

Gimme Some

Money, Money, Money, Money, Money, Money

Gimme Some