We got love, love, love You better believe it (Say, love, love) We got love, love, love You better believe it I got house and the carriage, yeah I got black love in marriage, yeah They gon' say, you can't have it, but I'm like, don't kill the messenger We gon' break the stigma up Huxtables turned to Obamas It ain't about where you been Where you from, what you got, it's all about love Self-love is the best love When you gon' take that wristband off? That pity party been over Don't need makeup to dress you up I gave birth on the bathroom floor Just me, Iman, and headphone cords Don't let this life defeat you I hope this message reach you Throw your hands up Play catch with the hunnids Love is the new money I'm just chillin' with the homies Home is where the heart is Throw your hands up Play catch with the hunnids Love is the new money I'm just chillin' with the homies Home is where the heart is, ah We got love, love, love You better believe it (Say, love, love) We got love, love, love You better believe it (Say, love, love) I live in abundance Love is the new money I'm mentally wealthy Spiritually conscious I'm fresh outta Onyx I'm bawlin' and ballin' I play with the hunnids Love is the new money That's my frequency Spark up, burn the sage Clear the room, kill the hate Love is the new wave Play catch with the hunnids Love is the new money I'm just chillin' with the homies Home is where the heart is, ah Play catch with the hunnids Love is the new money I'm just chillin' with the homies Home is where the heart is, ah (Throw your hands up) We got love, love, love You better believe it (Throw your hands up, love, love, say) We got love, love, love (Throw your hands up) You better believe it (Throw your hands up, love, love, say) Play catch with the hunnids Love is the new money I'm just chillin' with the homies Home is where the heart is, ah Play catch with the hunnids Love is the new money I'm just chillin' with the homies Home is where the heart is, ah (Throw your hands up) Throw your hands up Throw your hands up Up Throw your hands up

It's alright now the day ain't over It's alright babe 'cause we're still standin' We're sure looking shaggy and raggy and funny But every smile babe is a revelation That we're living out of faith, living out of hope in darkness And if love is all I need when living in a world of madness Then you got me and I got you and we got all we need 'Cause hey-yeah, we got love, hey-yeah, we got love Now they can't break us 'cause they didn't make us No, they can't save us 'cause they don't know us When the lights go out now, yeah and the show is over We'll still be singing some crazy love songs Oh we're singing out of faith, yeah living out of hope in darkness And if love's all we need when living in a world of madness And you got me and I got you and we got all we need 'Cause hey-yeah, we got love, hey-yeah, we got love Oh we're singing on the street, dancing like a shell of amber 'Cause love is all we need when living in a world of madness And you got me and I got you and we got all we need 'Cause hey-yeah, we got love Hey-yeah, we got love Hey-yeah, we got love Hey-yeah, we got love You hear what I said? Yeah

(Rhythm is both the song's manacle and it's demonic charge. It is the original breath, it is the whisper of unremitting demand. "What do you still want of me?", says the singer. "What do you think you can still draw from my lips?" Exact presence that no fantasy can represent. Purveyor of the oldest secret, alive with the blood that boils again, and is pulsing where the rhythm is torn apart. How your singer's blood is incensed at the depth of sound. Lacerations echo in the mouth's open erotic sky where dance together the lost frenzies of rhythm and an imploring immobility. Ladies and gentlemen, Miss Grace Jones. Jones the Rhythm.) Slave! Slave to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm Axe to wood in ancient times Man machine, production line The fire burns, with heartbeats strong Sing out loud, the chain gang song Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Slave to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm, The rhythm... master... master... Never stop the action, keep it up Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up. Slave to the rhythm, work to the rhythm, Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm. Slave to the rhythm, Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm, Slave to the rhythm, work... to the rhythm, To the rhythm, work to the rhythm, to the rhythm. Slave, slave, To the rhythm, to the rhythm, to the rhythm. (Grace) Oh that's weird... (Grace Jones, welcome) Thank you Paul. And if you're wondering what's wrong with my voice, I just choked on my saliva. So... (Now obviously you're in the Bond movie.)

You can ride all day long Another Myke Diesel production (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone Chasing a man you can't see (Mike Jones) So just walk away and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) I'm back, my music tracks about to sell another mil' My pants stay saggin' from them hundred dollar bills These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steel These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steel Had a million in my bank before Asylum bought the deal Had a million in my bank before Asylum bought the deal Before I came I just say the streets wouldn't feel The - that I'm spittin', the - that's real But now I'm like Melo, I'm the king of the hill American dream, I'm livin' that for real Eleven cars later - tell me how you feel Took the diamonds off my teeth And put 'em on my Phantom grill (smile, ha ha) You can ride all day long (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone Chasing a man you can't see (Mike Jones) So just walk away and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) I used to get dissed by the chicks in the club Now they want to rub my belly, wanna show your boy some love They see me iced up, they be like, "What's up?" Try to jack me if you wanna, I'ma leave you - up Used to roll hatchback, now I'm Cadillac and Benz Used to roll hatchback, now I'm Cadillac and Benz I used to have homies, now I'm like, "- friends" 'Cause even back then all they did was pretend Now I got my own label Ice Age and I'm boss I'm the mayor of this town with the key to that vault All my cars black on black except the one with thick gloss Got another white on white I call that - rick Rick Ross (Ross) You can ride all day long (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone (hahahahahaha) Chasing a man you can't see (you can't see me, baby) So just walk away, and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) Hey Now make it rain Hey Now make it rain Hey Now make it rain American Dream, album and movie on the way, baby