[Hook]
I'm all about this moolah, I'm all about this bread
And if I get caught slippin', I can end up in the feds
Bitch better have my money, n***a better have my money
Bitch better have my money, n***a better have my money

[Verse 1: Cam'ron]
My man, baby mom, in the morning, tell him "GM"
Kiss him on the forehead take the keys to his BM
Ain't even gon' tell you, got the code to his Diem
I hit her on the 'Gram like hashtag free 'em
I'm biased, but all I got for these hoеs is papaya
I done drove evеr car, no liar
I ain't talking music when I say I did shit with Mariah
Nick wasn't there, nor was Mottola
Sittin' on the crates, gun in the stroller
I was selling coke, no joke, no cola
Just made a quarter 'mil off Ebola, what's up?

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[Verse 2: Jim Jones]
I got bitches that could chef up a ?
Dominican, he had the best perico
And we just trying not to catch The Rico
Remember what Mitch had heard from Rico?
Well, n***as die every day, B
I'm getting money, getting fly, every day, B
I pulled up onside the real AZ
And I was young when they tried to kill AZ
We kept it mob style like whip ?
Audemars styling on the wristwatch
Still do Harlem in my flip-flops
Summertime, hoppin' out the 'Rari with the missing top
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[Verse 3: Juelz Santana]
Living life big, this that mo' money shit
So no matter what I get, I'm screaming "Mo' money, bitch!"
Mo' money coming in, mo' money spent
Smelling like money, that's that mo' money scent
AMG kit, this that mo' money band
Knock-knock open the door, I'm letting mo' money in
She like, "What's this 'Mo' money' shit?"
I'm like "Them n***as that you with, I'm getting mo' money than"
Pockets full of Chuck-E-Cheese
I'm under the money tree and I'm just catching all the leaves
She just want to feel the breeze
I just want her on her knees, cold n***a, antifreeze

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