Monay, Monay
What?! Point Blanc, (yo, whassup?) Yogi B, (uh huh)
Yo Reefa, why don'tcha tell em' what the makes the
world go round?
Dear Lord why it always gotta be, about the money,
It's hella funny, the B bugs me like Bunny (whassup
doc?!)
You best forget about the honey, less you frontin' mula,
Continously like a nose that be runny, (uh huh)
Don't ask for a Cher, even tho' you Sunny,
but it be another story if in your pockets you packin' G's
And a keys to a ferrari, not my cup of tea,
And also not my kind of sce-na-ri-oooo...
My, my, my, my, What makes the world go
High, high, high, high?(haha)
Every women wanna
Buy, buy, buy, buy, (say what)
It's all about the
Monay, monay, monay, monay (that's right)
You give em' true love, that ain't enough
Shorty wanna be Jay Lo but this Daddy ain't goin' Puff,
Deniros, mula, or the buku bucks,
Coz' that what makes all these chicken heads cluck,
I say it out raw like a Wu- killer bee,
Cash rules everythin' around me, Babaay!!!
If you got enough, you can make a boyband sing,
Million dollar videos lookin' like the real thang,
Never blow your whole salary on ice rings,
Coz, when you break up she gon' take the bling-blings,
But still, people ask me, Mr. Yogi B,
Why don'tcha' go to the States and do a gig with Jay-Z,
Get, Dr.Dre to produce the LP,
And do a colabro track with Slim Shady,
Well, Dr.Dre just gon' ask me one thang...
SHOW ME THE MONAY!!!
So we top of the line like Pacino, we ridin' like
Geronimo,
We blazin' like like halipinos,
Fo' sho' tho' sometimes cash be on the low,
That's when me and Ammo we gotsta lay low,
So Yogi Izzay to tha' Bizzo, dreamin' of Benzitos, (who
me?)
Slurpin' fettucini gainin' mo' by the kilo, (slurpin' FX)
Ay, we gotsta make mo' money son,
Coz' we be the providers to our fam, that's who I am,
Ain't no bling-blings, flossin' ain't a thang,
Livin' large like a king only makes mah' bankroll Ka
Ching!!!
So, more money makes the world go round,
You earn it right kid, what you deserve will come
around!
BRIDGE My, my, my, my, my, my, my
I need mo' monay, (I can't get enough)
My, my, my, my, my, my, my
U gotta show me the monay (just show me)
till' end.
Yo Reefa, why don'tcha tell em' what the makes the
world go round?
Dear Lord why it always gotta be, about the money,
It's hella funny, the B bugs me like Bunny (whassup
doc?!)
You best forget about the honey, less you frontin' mula,
Continously like a nose that be runny, (uh huh)
Don't ask for a Cher, even tho' you Sunny,
but it be another story if in your pockets you packin' G's
And a keys to a ferrari, not my cup of tea,
And also not my kind of sce-na-ri-oooo...
My, my, my, my, What makes the world go
High, high, high, high?(haha)
Every women wanna
Buy, buy, buy, buy, (say what)
It's all about the
Monay, monay, monay, monay (that's right)
You give em' true love, that ain't enough
Shorty wanna be Jay Lo but this Daddy ain't goin' Puff,
Deniros, mula, or the buku bucks,
Coz' that what makes all these chicken heads cluck,
I say it out raw like a Wu- killer bee,
Cash rules everythin' around me, Babaay!!!
If you got enough, you can make a boyband sing,
Million dollar videos lookin' like the real thang,
Never blow your whole salary on ice rings,
Coz, when you break up she gon' take the bling-blings,
But still, people ask me, Mr. Yogi B,
Why don'tcha' go to the States and do a gig with Jay-Z,
Get, Dr.Dre to produce the LP,
And do a colabro track with Slim Shady,
Well, Dr.Dre just gon' ask me one thang...
SHOW ME THE MONAY!!!
So we top of the line like Pacino, we ridin' like
Geronimo,
We blazin' like like halipinos,
Fo' sho' tho' sometimes cash be on the low,
That's when me and Ammo we gotsta lay low,
So Yogi Izzay to tha' Bizzo, dreamin' of Benzitos, (who
me?)
Slurpin' fettucini gainin' mo' by the kilo, (slurpin' FX)
Ay, we gotsta make mo' money son,
Coz' we be the providers to our fam, that's who I am,
Ain't no bling-blings, flossin' ain't a thang,
Livin' large like a king only makes mah' bankroll Ka
Ching!!!
So, more money makes the world go round,
You earn it right kid, what you deserve will come
around!
BRIDGE My, my, my, my, my, my, my
I need mo' monay, (I can't get enough)
My, my, my, my, my, my, my
U gotta show me the monay (just show me)
till' end.
Credits
Writer(s): . Reefa, Chong Quan Nicholas Ong, Yogeswaran A/l Veerasingam
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