featuring Yukmouth



(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