[Intro]
All you need
All you want (3x)
All you need is

[Chorus: Planet VI]
Money, money, money, money, money, money
(All you need, All you want, All you need is)
Money, money, money, money, money, money
(All you need, All you want, All you need is)

[Verse 1: Anything Ill]
(Uhh) They say money is the root of evil
But what the hell you think bout all these vechicles
And how you think I got up in this private party
With the sexy models and all the wealthy people?
So money can’t be all that evil
If I was able to move my Mom out the hood
And still get love from all my dogs in the hood
Who gon' tell me that god isn’t good?
Got pair of kicks to match every whip
Got a different whip to match every chick
And I do it cause I can
Not cause I need to
But this what we do
Some N***a shit
In the strip club with my pops n***a
Fresh down to our socks n***a
A hundred grand to a charity
Any other day that’s a decent watch n***a
Money, money makes the world go round
And that same money will make your girl go down
Round my neck looking bright and sunny
On my Chris Brown shit
'Look At Me Now'
Came from having not a dollar in my pocket
Now am holding a black card in my wallet
Who would of think this kid from the projects
Would be living like a Houston Rocket?
Im ballin'
[Chorus]
Money, money, money, money, money, money
(All you need, All you want, All you need is)
Money, money, money, money, money, money
(All you need, All you want, All you need is)

[Verse 2: Killa Kyleon]
N***as live for the money
Kill for the money
Deal for the money
Even steal for the money
Got my change but a n***a ain't change
Yall counterfeit n***as not real with the money
Selling they soul for the mark of that beast
5 pairs broke n***as I ain't talking that cheap
Dead it, Hood rich n***a bad credit
Veegen am bout my lettuce. Spinach
Winning
Laughing to the bank am grinning
Root of all evil so I guess am sinning
Till the fat lady sing
And they say that am finished
Its game these streets am in it; Run it
Am on a mission like Bond, James
N***a tryna ball like 'Bron, James
Wanna fallM Sun; Rain
Jeopordize my bread
My gun bang
I don’t play that shit
Price on ya head I'mma pay that shit
This is money talking I'mma say that shit
And its M.O.B. you can pay that bitch, not me
Broke not G, broke not me
Kyle got a style but my style ain't free
Fresh out Johnny, Just looking sunny
Don’t make no sense if it don’t make money
(Yeah)
[Chorus]
Money, money, money, money, money, money
(All you need, All you want, All you need is)
Money, money, money, money, money, money
(All you need, All you want, All you need is)

[Verse 3]
Your 9 chains. 9 cars
1 house 2 car garage
Where the fuck you gon put it all?
What the fuck is you on
You shared a bed with your 5 brothers
Now you got about 15 rooms
Just you and some bitch
You left with 14 empty rooms
Nothing but designer clothes
Of voices that don’t like black folks
Now you live by white folks
Don’t know no more black folks
Private jets and sailboats
All it took was one hit
All it took was one flick
On some overnight success shit
Now you young and reckless
It's yours; you spend it
You ride around and you getting it
You changing now
And you blending in
On the side of town
Where cops don’t come around
And security guards at your fences
Got a Mexican maid
But you underpay her
And you flew her down from Texas
You got money
[Chorus]
Money, money, money, money, money, money
(All you need, All you want, All you need is)
Money, money, money, money, money, money
(All you need, All you want, All you need is)
Money, money, money, money, money, money
(All you need, All you want, All you need is)
Money, money, money, money, money, money
(All you need, All you want, All you need is)