The Bill (feat. Ms Mochi & V Money) - Triple T & 9m1lly

Got some money, got some cash I'm rich, and now, I'm sad And I wonder if I'm sad about the money that I have Got some boats on my plane At the hotel where I'm staying Just in case I ever have to swiftly get away And the window is broken And cold winds are blowing in at me That's when I knew that the fairytale is true And tomorrow, I'm going out to sea Got some money in my hand And it makes me mad Because I don't know what money means Everyone knows that the world is cold And you can warm it up with a little true love And I wish to explain all the ways Friends and lovers can go all the way Happy birthday to you Happy birthday to me One day will feel complete Happy birthday to somebody in the streets Who's been waiting patiently Got money, some cash I keep it in my head And I think about it all day, but I can't spend it Hello, it's a Tuesday show 'Cause Wednesday seems so long ago I said it three or four songs ago It's time for the show Got some money in my hat And it makes me seem tall I can see where all the money in the world has gone It's swimming Across the floor of the ocean Peacefully floating there It's 4.95 Some call it 3.99 Some call it a billion Money is bad I don't understand what to do with it Or how to deal with it, yeah Or tell my friends What it does How it works What it's worth And if it can change the world Yeah

Dollar, dollar bills Dotes, 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 proofs will put the match to the roof And set this bitch on fire, get rich to empire About to strike back if you rock the mic whack And that's the way it is 'cuz yo it's like that Money, money y'all It be the root of all evil 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 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 Dollar bill y'all, dollar bill y'all Dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla bill y'all Dollar bill y'all, dollar bill y'all Dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla bill y'all Everlast, it takes money (To get that fly ass hoe) It takes money (To see me rock a live show) It takes money (To get that last bag of smoke 'cuz [unverified]) Hey, I'm about to gee off just like my name was Edo Black kids call me Whitey, Spanish kids Whito White kids call me king of this B-boy thing If it's broke than he fix it, if it's wack the mix it Can't none of you emcees ever fuck with these You be crazy on my dick like some porno 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 Dollar bill y'all, dollar bill y'all Dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla bill y'all Dollar bill y'all, dollar bill y'all Dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla bill y'all Dollar bill y'all, dollar bill y'all Dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla bill y'all Dollar bill y'all, dollar bill y'all Dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla bill y'all Dollar bill y'all, dollar bill y'all Dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla bill y'all I want cash and checks, I want diamond rings I want jewels 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