N.A.S.A. - Money lyrics

Man say the love have money (Come on) So no matter what dem say It's the order of the DJ Adam said, "Eve, now listen to me Anything you want you can have So be a good girl, and let's make a deal Swimming pool and four car garage" "The world is your friend The door's opening Anything you want that you need" "Whoever you need, they're acting so sweet Money changes everything" Money, money, money, money Money, money, money Money is the root of all evil Money, money, money, money Money, money, money Money is the root of all evil Money, money, money, money Money, money, money Money is the root of all evil Money, money, money, money Money, money, money Money is the root of all evil De one dollar bill dat a George Washington Two dollar dat a Thomas Jefferson Five dollar bill a Abraham Lincoln Ten dollar bill a Andrew Jackson Twenty dollar bill a Alexander Hamilton Big like giant or yah small like dwarf Small like dwarf or yah big like giant Fifty dollar bill, say dat a Ulyses Grant Hundred dollar bill a Benjamin Franklin Out pon de street there is a lot of k**ing Fighting, fussing, blood is spilling All over the world, man they are grilling Out pon de street me have fi watch fi me head In a me pocket and I don't got no bread Buss up de copper and dem buss up de lead Each and every day dem find another man dead Money, money, money, money Money, money, money Money is the root of all evil Money, money, money, money Money, money, money Money is the root of all evil Money, money, money, money Money, money, money Money is the root of all evil Money, money, money, money Money, money, money Money is the root of all evil I smell the smell going around I'm getting pounded in the ground With this funny money still cycling around You know the Euro Kicking Uncle Sam in the who know You know, deniro, the root of all evil Yeah, I know you can't stand it Being broker than the Ten Commandments And the broker ain't planned this Now they talkin' the Amero damn it When it come down to it Some can see right through it Chuck D, sorry that drink's not on me You can stick to it, just don't flip to it For the sake of money, superstar cars You see hi-def on somebody's plasma TV Who go from rags to riches And spend their riches on rags Similar bags with designer name tags Be glad you got yourself cause they mad They fake, plus they making mad mistakes (They tell you your wise) You wait and see you can't replace that space And I bet money can't keep that smile on your face Everybody's nice to you now (Money) Dollars and sense (You mad at the money that you spent, uh) It's fun to do but is it allowed? (Sing) Poor girl in a house of correction You're s**y as hell But it won't pay the bills forever Bright lights and no information Your feet hit the ground When you lost what you found Money, money, money, money Money, money, money Money is the root of all evil Money, money, money, money Money, money, money Money is the root of all evil Money, money, money, money Money, money, money Money is the root of all evil Money, money, money, money Money, money, money Money is the root of all evil Money, money, money, money Money, money, money Money is the root of all evil Money, money, money, money Money, money, money Money is the root of all evil Money, money, money, money Money, money, money Money is the root of all evil Money, money, money, money Money, money, money Stay on top Make sure you make it Make sure that it don't make you That goes back old school As far as you can go back That's right, you make the money Make sure the money don't make you Be about something