feat. Foxy Brown

[Intro: Foxy Brown]

Uh, what, c'mon

Foxy Brown, uh, Horace Brown, what, remix, uh



[Foxy Brown]

And y'all all see me, frontin' in a Z iced out

with all my Firm bino's nigga, bet we diced out and on the low

My steez, consists of three's and triple three's

and six figures of three's, and chromed SE's

Chillin' on the villa, stackin' my swilla

with a luga luga, the nine Rugar

Italiano, with some Columbian cats, bubblin' my stacks

The richest, Mr and Mrs, the double Browns



[Chorus: Horace Brown]

One for the money ("one, one, one one")

Two for the show ("two, two, two two ")

Three to get the honeys ("three, three, three three")

Here we go ("hit, hit, hit me")



One for the money ("one, one, one one")

Two for the show ("two, two, two two")

Three to get the honeys ("three, three, three three")

Here we go ("hit, hit, hit me")



[Verse One: Horace Brown]

M-O-N-E-Y, it's all good with me

Cause finally I can afford the life of luxury

And I remember in the day, mamma had to work so hard

just to pay, all the money spent, had to get another job



And now we're living in a (Eight room mansion, on the hill)

And we sippin' on (Sippin' on champagne, when we chill)

And we ridin' (Lex, Coupe, Beamers and the Benz)

All over the world (From the East to the West coast, makin' ends)







See, we do it



[Chorus] w ad libs



[Verse Two: Horace Brown]

It's true, it's what we live for

We love to sing, we gonna freak you up and down

It's how we do our thing

And to the ladies in the house tonight, lookin' fly

You got it right, it's gonna be an after party

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