Money, money, money (Money...) must be funny (Funny...) in a rich man's world (Money... (All about the money) Money, money, money (Money...) always sunny (Money...) in a rich man's world (Money... (All about the money)
Wish Bone
It's about them dollars, we all ain't got a million, and that's a problem/ I know we kick it and and a nigga can get it, but I ain't always got'cha/ Get fucked no matter what, the money strong niggas roll/ Slip up, look up when them same niggas really put you on/ Concentrate on your dough until your life's gone/ Cause without it you know, it ain't worth livin' for/ Hustlin' and stealin', I did what I had to/ Harmony spittin', now I ain't really got to/ But the streets is in me, I'm greedy/ Dollars to be made, and yes, gimme my pennies/ It all adds up, your shit done folds up (Yup) It buys big rims on big black trucks (Yup) And I gotta have it, snatch it, grab it, rush it/ Fo'fo's or matches, support that shit, suit up/ I gotta have it, it ain't never enough/ Better get your money man, money man/ Fuck them niggas that's talkin'/ They ain't got no money man
-Chorus-Krayzie-
Money, money, money (Money...) must be funny (Funny...) in a rich man's world (Money... (All about the money) Money, money, money (Money...) always sunny (Money...) in a rich man's world (Money... (All about the money)
Krayzie Bone
When you standin' on the outside lookin' in it, it must be lovely to go and purchase a brand new Bently (Yeah...) And cash money big ol' stacks of hundreds, ain't nothin' funny when you broke, man/ That shit ain't no joke, man, when you ain't got no change/ People treat you so stange; If you ain't gotta a couple dollars, you's a no name/ Damn! Money makes the world go round and make all the groupie girls go wild; Party paper, paper (Paper) Everybody chasin' it and they want it so bad they really can taste the shit/ Some do whatever it takes to get it/ I done seen bitches suck a dick and get rich (mm-hm) I know some niggas hit the licks to pay rent (I'd do it) My nigga was tryin' to rob a bank, but dog, he got ripped/ But he was willin' to risk it for the love of the chips/ I guess these rappers in these videos and all these mob movies got these niggas in the streets, tryin' to get a piece
-Chorus-Krayzie-
Money, money, money (Money...) must be funny (Funny...) in a rich man's world (Money... (All about the money) Money, money, money (Money...) always sunny (Money...) in a rich man's world (Money... (All about the money)
Layzie Bone
My nigga told me "You better get rich or live broke" Broke out the package and said this shit right here is dope/ I went to work almost immediatley, I flipped me a profit/ I couldn't stop it, couldn't help but try to fatten my pockets/ I'm tryin' to get rich, I had to have it while I'm still a young playa, takin' penetentury chances, I really don't care/ Reppin' St. Clair Thugs with a pocket full of drugs, in a city full of thieves, freaks'll show you no love/ Keep a gun in my waist just in case a nigga run up/ Before the Po-po try to grapple me up, they gettin' done up/ Feel the heat, let a nigga know, ain't shit sweet/ For the cheese, made me a couple of G's last week/ I wasn't born with no silver spoon/ Let my Hustla' spirit fill the room/ The fiends want it, I'm a give it to 'em/ You gotta get it in the ghetto where I'm from/ And if you can't, then your lifestyle is "bum", nigga
-Chorus-Krayzie-
Money, money, money (Money...) must be funny (Funny...) in a rich man's world (Money... (All about the money) Money, money, money (Money...) always sunny (Money...) in a rich man's world (Money... (All about the money)
Unreleased Original/ Recorded for the Bone Thugs-N-Harmony album Thug Stories (2006)