เนื้อเพลง Money, Cash, Hoes - Jay-Z
เนื้อเพลง Money, Cash, Hoes
Jay-Z
Turn the lights all the way
Turn the lights all the way down
What Uhhuh Yeah
(Uhh)
Come on
Big flow
(GGRRRRRR)
Come on yeah come on
Yo Yo J-A-Y, I flow sick
F*ck all y'all haters blow d*ck
I spits the game for those that throw bricks
Money cash hoes money cash chicks what
Sex murder and mayhem romance for the street
Only wife of mines is a life of crime
And since, life's a b*tch in mini-skirts and big chests
How can I not flirt with death
That's life's a n*gga, long as life prevent us
We gonna send a lot and pray to Christ forgive us
F*ck it
Ice the wrists and raise the price on these n*ggaz
Y'all cant floss on my level
I'll invite you all to get wit us if ya ball is glitter
When I go all the harlem playaz wall my picture
If you get close enough you can read the scripture
It reads money cash hoes how real was that n*gga what
Chorus (repeat 2X)
Money cash hoes money cash hoes (WHAT)
Money cash hoes money cash hoes (UHH)
Money cash hoes money cash hoes (COME ON)
Money cash hoes (WHAT) hoes (WHAT) hoes (WHAT)
Flavors robust platinum and gold touch
Y'all rap now, fast money lets slow it up
N*ggaz try to stop Jay-Z to no luck
Roc-A-Fella foreva CEO what what
Us the villains, f*ck your feelings
While yall playa hate we in the upper millions
Whats the dealings (huh) its like New York's been soft
Ever since Snoop came through and crushed the buildings
I'm tryin to restore the feelings f*ck the law keep dealing
More money more cash more chilling
I know they gone criticize the hook on this song
Like I give a f*ck I'm just a crook on this song
Bed-Stuy Brooknon took on the world
Sh*t I led a life you can write a book on
Sex murder and mayhem romance for the street
Man and I tell ya itll be the best seller
Chorus (2X)
DMX
D-M-X and my dogs bite
Jigga my n*gga rhyme all night
Thugs for life one night with this rap sh*t
Let em go and I bet they know what'll happen
When we clap sh*t
Actin like we owe em something
Then we show em something
Talk greasy I think they found em down the road or something
F*ckin wit a madman in a bad mood
Its like f*ckin wit a mad dog that wasnt fed food
And the only thing thats stoppin him is you
Cause the only thing that he'll be droppin is you
Topic include; choppin in two
Drop it to Clue and the response from the street
This was one dog that loves raw meat
But gettin back to just cause I, love my n*ggaz
I shed blood, for my n*ggaz
Let a n*gga holler where my n*ggaz
All I'ma hear is right here my n*gga
Chorus (2X)
Roc-A-Fella sh*t uhhuh
Ruff Ryders
My n*gga Swizz
Uhhuh uhhuh
Dont stop biatch
Uh
Uhhuh yeah
Inspect the game yo