Uh
Chilling, layin' in the cut, doe
Easy, tryin' see what up, doe
Brooklyn, home of the cutthroats
Notorious, y'all know how the rest go
Sleeping, one eye open
Too smart 'cause I'm always scopin'
Watching, seeing how these lanes look
Lazy, that's how you get ya fame took

Money, I got money
Money, I got money

Talking, always talking
That's your problem, you always talking
Rockstar, mixed with a ghetto chick
Try me? I wish a nigga would, bitch
Hol' up, who gon' hold us? (la-la-la, huh la-la-la-la-la)
Not the cemetery, or the penitentiary, damn my contemporaries
I'm too legendary, it's so

Money, I got money (ooh)
Money, I got money (ooh)
I'm money, I got money (ooh)
Money, I got money (ooh)

All my life, I had to grind and hustle
I had to work like Kobe just to shine like Russell (ooh)
They say, "Glad you made it, it happened over night" (ooh)
They say, "Damn, you changed"
I'm like, "Sure you right"

Nigga I be, in the crib, tryna find the BPM
Rehearsing for the next show in my kitchen
Fresh off a tour, but can't tell ya where I been
Maybe after twenty years, I'll stop to take it in
Right now, I'm chasing yen in Dover street again
I'm introverted, I'm not open to new friends
But if ya real cute, then I have to think again
Shop the runway, so you can stay off-trend and look like

Money
Money
Money, I got money (ooh)
Money, I got money (ooh)

All my life, I had to grind and hustle (ooh)
I had to, work like Kobe just to shine like Russell (ooh)
They say, "Glad you made it, it happened over night" (ooh)
They say, "Damn, you changed"
I'm like, "Sure you right"

Nigga, I got money, I got money (ooh)
Money, I got money (ooh)
I'm money, I got money (ooh)
Money, I got money (ooh)

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Writer(s): Donnie Lewis, Harold Lilly, Hasben Jones, Tyrone Johnson