Fred The Godson - Money Lyrics
[Intro:]Without money, what would we do?We've got our little idea to see what's going onListen! Money is the root of all evilBut ain't nothing evil about money!I've got, I've got, I've got, I've got, I've got money![Verse 1:]I need a great sexBalling, might see me with Steven A. SmithPicture me working the day shiftMaking minimal wage, man I couldn't pay shit.Nigga I got bills, I turn 40 to 80, I got skillsYou push this rocking where we workMiami Cuban over the Rocko wearing shirtThen it's the match, nigga I just painted the stackDepending if I'm offended, die when I finish this rapNow where the bread at? That's where Fred's atDouble XL freshman it's special A rapStrip club chain I'm in,You're the president in the end!Stripper's singing, "It's raining men"Look son, bro, walk 'em out, dummy!My name Fred the God, and we're talking about it![Hook:]Money, money, money, moneyI've got, I've got, I've got, I've got, I've gotMoney, money, money, moneyI've got, I've got, I've got, I've got, I've gotMoney, money, money, money[Verse 2:]Beamer pocket, then I get on a carpetShe's sexy like a dinaShe's leaning and leaving marketsI'm showing you I'm the bestWe're you not local?They tell you American ExpressNext king of New York know I'm a clear shotShe never seen a half a man spent on a brazier topI'm standing here, watch!Been born since Mike Jackson still doing the ten dropNow I'm sitting on the yacht seatCouple old school niggas be playing yachtzeWhite linen, seen her killed in autopsiesMake more than you off of coke spots and oxiesSick Cuban, Jesus piece flooded,Russell Simmonds seen it and thought it was Rick RubenAnd now labels know the flow was realLike how I dress it up, now let's close the deal![Hook:]Money, money, money, moneyI've got, I've got, I've got, I've got, I've gotMoney, money, money, moneyI've got, I've got, I've got, I've got, I've gotMoney
