[Intro: DJ Drama & Pharrell]
Okay this today's lecture
On how it should be done
Yessir
Why I keep having to school y'all n***as?

[Verse 1]
Yo
Behind the door there was Gatman, who was also known for robbin'
Aquaman cooked the coke and kept the Superman saucy
A dirty n***a that wasn't known for washin'
[?] he didn't care what it cost him
Eventually the n***a started cookin' cre-ation nothing but the reverse of 12-B
The tumultuous life of Skateboard P
I hang with white people, but you don't know me
I seen, n***as run down stood over and gunned down
One shot up in his arm, then he spun 'round
Now how does in front of his son sound?
And get his dog it was just one round
For the ready-rock they smoke that shit on cans
I was rockin' flattops and rockin' slip-on Vans
Screamin' "Killa dude!", and rolling my pants up
As the ghetto bitches mixed the neighbourhood dances up
But this wasn't a soft place
Friendship villages threw the smile off ya face
Trainin' em young, they were schoolin' 'em mane
Fifteen killer n***as face cool as a fan
Told them "The right bullet hole will free one's soul
Let you control the block and get a ve-hicle"
So I, started pacin' to exit my situation
Then I became the basis of Steve Stoute's translation
Sure I'm on that brother shit, but I started thinking colorless
Like my favorite watch, but I had to get the other wrist
Reporters like "Yo, so what you done good?"
Fall back bitch, I brought computers to the hood
[Hook]
Whether you ride or you above the law
Make money money, make money money money
Don't even try if you afraid to fall
N***a make money money, make money money money
Keep your mommies that'll ride with they thighs taped with the raw
Make money money, make money money money
Ask police stay fly keep, your gangstas on call
So we make money money, make money money money

[Verse 2]
I got model bitches that drive they own sixes
Condos in Paris with million-dollar pictures
Smoke like a sailor, drink til she two-up
Suckin' my dick because she love the way I grew up
Huh? You talkin' to me? You gon' do what?
Yes he's got the gat, and he can pull two-up
Them shits is mind-blowing
Where he grew up they wear rags with they eyes showin'
Four in the morning you hear the nines blowin'
Armour all on they cars to keep the shine goin'
We order cars with special features
The two-tone rose, the bitch got alopecia
Coupe got vitiligo, intended color cycle
White and tan and brown, call it Michael
I just might go down to the beach
Absorb the heat, pick up a couple freaks
And eyes lead them between my sheets
Then Isley them right beneath
Downstairs right in the lobby
I'm not being cocky, but snugglin' is not me
[Hook]
Whether you ride or you above the law
Make money money, make money money money
Don't even try if you afraid to fall
N***a make money money, make money money money
Keep your mommies that'll ride with they thighs taped with the raw
Make money money, make money money money
Ask police stay fly keep, your gangstas on call
So we make money money, make money money money

[Verse 3]
Kilos, C-notes, speedboats pe coastal
Cee-lo, we smoke chocha tre ochos
That's what eighty-five percent of n***as envision
While the real ten percent get caught and go to prison
The other five percent, them n***as end up missing
Probably on the coast of Belize deep sea fishing
Blowin' perfect rings out the Cuban cigar
Their daughters turn sixteen, get 'em Italian cars
The world is yours, fuck it, how 'bout Mars?
I know your mother told ya "Aim for the stars"
Let's get right, n***a, cut short the laugh and
Get in touch with Habib with the half hand
The dopest opium comes from Afghan
So let's make millions and blow up like a gas can
You wanna shine don't you? Like the rocks glisten
But you ain't tryna listen, you on a fuckin' mission
[Hook]
Whether you ride or you above the law
Make money money, make money money money
Don't even try if you afraid to fall
N***a make money money, make money money money
Keep your mommies that'll ride with they thighs taped with the raw
Make money money, make money money money
Ask police stay fly keep, your gangstas on call
So we make money money, make money money money