EVERLAST - Money (Dollar Bill)

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    EVERLAST LYRICS
    
    "Money (Dollar Bill)"
    Dollar dollar bills
    Deutch, marks, franks, yens, and pounds
    I rock the jocked up sounds
    From Devenshire Downs
    Out the Fordham Road
    Up top in the boogie
    I be loyal to my peeps
    Like budha stud doogie
    Never very bad news
    Payin' crazy dues
    I'm blowin' out crews
    And tamin' mad shrews
    Like Bill Shakespeare
    The fakes will disappear
    The flavor in your ear
    Is strong like Everclear
    Two hundred proofs
    So put the match to the roof
    And set this bitch on fire
    Get rich, the empire's
    About to strike back
    If you rock the mic wack
    And that's the way it is 'cause yo
    It's like that
    
    [Sadat X:] Money, money y'all
    It be the root of all evil
    [Sadat X:] Money, money y'all
    It makes you popular with people
    I go back to the 80's
    Like three times a lady
    When it was pussy for free
    And crack for currency
    It just occurred to me
    It's time for surgery
    I remove MC's like tumors
    The lies and the rumors
    Got me thinkin' of this dub
    By Timex Social Club
    Yo, word to my momma
    I'm high off the trauma
    Whitey Ford gets deeper than subway trains
    And I serve lazy fools like fast food chains
    All pain no gain
    Makes the brain insane
    Life in the fast laneT
    he flakesThe cash gains (for real)
    
    [CHORUS X2]
    [Sadat X:] Dollar bill y'all
    Dollar bill y'all
    Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill y'all
    It takes money
    [Sadat X:] to get that fly ass ho
    It takes money
    [Sadat X:] to see me rock a live show
    It takes money
    [Sadat X:] to get that last bag of smoke
    Cause they kindly take from it when that ass was broke
    Hey yo I'm about to g-off
    Just like my name was Ed-o
    Black kids call me whitey
    Spanish kids wetto
    White kids call me the king of this b-boy thing
    If it's broke then fix it
    If it's wack remix it
    Can't none of you MC's ever fuck with these
    You be crazy on my dick
    Like some porno chick
    For the style that I'm blessin'
    Ain't no second guessin'
    Kid heed the lesson, subtraction, addition
    Reward for submissionA
    in't no debate
    Won't stop till I'm eatin' off a platinum plate
    I want the stocks and bonds
    Plus the real estate
    I want the iron gates
    And low interest rates
    Plus a fly little spot to bring all my dates
    A little stash of the cash put aside in a safe
    When times get lean
    Y'all know what I mean
    
    [Sadat X:] Money money y'all
    Some be callin' it cream
    [Sadat X:] Money money y'all
    Some be callin' it fame
    [Sadat X:] Money money y'all
    But once I get it I'm J
    
    [CHORUS X5]
    
    I want cash and checks
    I want diamond rings
    I want jewels on my neck
    And mad fly things
    I want a stack of fat chips
    So I can take long trips
    I want to sail the Bahamas
    On my own cruise ships
    I want acres of landI
    want papers in hand
    I want stocks and bonds
    All pros no cons
    Hey if it smells funny
    Then back it up honey
    I want the money y'all
    I need the money y'all...
    
    
    [Thanks to  mari_arce@hotmail.com  for these lyrics]

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