Thi'sl - Money Money Money lyrics

Lets go Lets go Lets go Lets go He think he Gucci Mane Cool as that dougie dance He too legit to quit Just need some hammer pants His whip on 24′s Matter fact on 26 Couple of whips Both of them benzes Couple of cribs Thats how he lived it He hustled hard Thats how he did, yeah He trapped or die Thats how he get it I hope he know that where he go He can't take it with him E'thing designer Down to the frames He say he fly Just like the planes He walk in clubs They say his name He v.i.p Aces of spades I hope he know that when he go He can't take that dough But the greedy gather Grip it gotta grip it up on his soul He say he gon' stack his paper from the ceiling To the floor Coz he gotta have, gotta need Money money mo' Money money money, mo' Money money money, mo' Money money money, mo' Tryin' to stack that paper From the ceiling to the floor He want Money money money, mo' Money money money, mo' Money money money, mo' Tryin' to tell that boy Can't take that wit' you when you go (Lets go) She lo'e that money It make her dance Pull off her shirt Come out her pants Straighta out the club Into her bag Give up the cash To get strapped Now run it back I said she lo'e that money And do anythin' Just to get it from him Have a baby by him Couple of babies One of him his Tha other maybe She lo'e that prada Dolce, gabbana Louie, and gucci Them red bottoms Lo'e to take a trip Make it bahamas Ye' ain't got no money Don't even bother I try to tell her Can't take that wit' u when you go But she just can't turn it loose She gots to drop it on her show She said she gon' stack her paper From the ceiling to the floor Coz she need it Gotta have it Need that money money mo She want Money money money, mo' Money money money, mo' Money money money, mo' Tryin' to stack that paper From the ceiling to the floor She want Money money money, mo' Money money money, mo' Money money money, mo' Tryin' to tell that girl Can't take that wit' you when you go Now we know loving money is an evil beast We need that thing to live We need that thing to eat We got to pay the bills Unless you live for free But some people are slaves They see it then they sleep They dreamin' bout money money mo Cheap dropping honeyz, honeyz, oh He on that c.e.o game He run it, run it 24 years old and he own his own comp'ny, wow He on that wall street He work while ya'll sleep You make that in one year He make it in one week 5 girls in palm trees You still on south beach Used to the finer things Condos and mosis I hope he know can't take that with him When he go What does a man gain, the world And turn around and lose his soul He said he gon' stack that paper 'til they put him in a hole Coz he need it, gotta have it Gotta have that money, money, money mo Money money money, mo' Money money money, mo' Money money money, mo' Tryin' to stack that paper From the ceiling to the floor He want Money money money, mo' Money money money, mo' Money money money, mo' Tryin' to tell that boy Can't take that wit' you when you go (Lets Go)