Sadat X - Money (Dollar Bill) lyrics

Dollar dollar bills Deutsch marks, franks, yens and pounds I rock the chopped up sounds from devinger dounds Out the Ford Rover, up top in the boogie I be loyal to my peps just like pooh to stud doogie Never bearer bad news Paying crazy dues I'm blowing out crews and taming mad shrews Like Bill Shakespeare, the fakes will disappear The flavor in your ear is strong like everclear 200 proof, so put the match to the roof And set this b**h on fire Get rich to empire About to strike back if you rock the mic whack And thats the way it is cause yo its 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 p**y for free And crack for currency It just occurred to me Its time for surgery I remove emcees like tumors The lies and the rumors got me thinking of this dove About time made social club Yo word to my mama I'm high off the trauma Whitey Ford gets deeper than a subway train And I serve lazy fools like fast food chains All pain no gain makes the brain insane Life in the fast lane deflates the cash gain Chorus x2 Dollar bill y'all, dollar bill y'all Dolla dolla dolla dolla dolla bill y'all (Sadat X) Everlast It takes money (To get that fly a** ho) It takes money (To see me rock a live show) It takes money (To get that last bag of smoke cause ??? Hey I'm about to gee off just like my name was Edo Black kids call me Whitey Spanish kids huerto White kids call me king of this b-boy thing If its broke than he fix it If its wack the mix it Can't none of you emcees ever f** with these You be crazy on my dick like some p**no chick For the style that I'm blessing Ain't no second guessing Can't heed the lesson, subtraction addition The war for submission Ain't no debate Won't stop until I've eaten off a platinum plate I want 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 cash, to put inside the safe When times get lean Y'all know what I mean (Money money y'all) Some be calling it cream (Money money y'all) Some be calling it feti (Money money y'all) But once I get it I'm jeti Chorus x5 I want cash and checks I want diamond rings I want j**els on my neck and mad fly things I want stacks of fat chips so I can take long trips I want to sail the Bahamas on my own cruise ships I want acres of land I want papers in hand I want stocks and bonds All pros no cons Hey if it smells funny then pack it up honey I want the money y'all I need the money y'all