Everlast Money (dollar Bill Y`all) Lyrics

Money (dollar Bill Y`all) Lyrics

Dollar, dollar bills.

Deutch, marks, franks, yens, and pounds.

I rock
the jocked up sounds from Devenshire Downs.

Out the Fordham Road, up top in
the boogie.

I be loyal to my peeps, like Buddha stud-doogie.

Never very
bad news, payin' crazy dues.

I'm billowin' out crews and tamin' mad
shrews.

Like Bill Shakespeare, the fakes will disappear.

The flavor in
your ear is strong like Everclear.

200 proofs so put the match to the
roof

And set this b***h on fire.

Get rich, the empire's about to strike
back.

If you rock the mic wack.

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 3 times a lady,

when it was ***** for free and crack for
currency.

It just occured to me, it's time for surgery.

I remove MC's
like tumors. The lies and the rumors.

Got me thinkin of this dub, by Timex
Social Club.

Yo, word to my mama.

I'm high off the trauma.

Whitey
Ford gets deeper than the subway trains.

And I serve lazy fools like fast
food chains.

All pain no gain, makes the brain insane.

Life in the fast
lane.

The flakes, the cash gains, for real.



Dollar bill y'all.
Dollar bill y'all.

Dollar dollar dollar dollar bill y'all.



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
smokes,

cuz the county took it from you when that a** was broke.

Hey
yo, I'm about to g-off, just like my name was Eddo.

Black kids call me
whitey... spanish kids wetto.

White kids call me king of this b-boy
thing.

If it's broke, then fix it. If it's wack, you mix it.

Can't none
of you MC's ever **** with these.

You be crazy on my ****, like some p**no
chick.

For the style that I'm blessin, ain't no second guessin.

Kid,
heed the lesson. Subtraction, addition.

Reward for submission. 

Ain't
no debate.

I won't stop till I'm eatin off a platinum plate.

I want the
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 the cash put aside in a safe.

For when times get lean,

Y'all
know what I mean.



Money Money Y'all

Some be callin' it
cream.

Money Money Y'all

Some be callin' it fame.

Money Money
Y'all

But once I get it, i'm J.



I want cash and checks, I want
diamond rings.

I want jewels on my neck and mad fly things.

I want a
stack of fat chips, so I can go on 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 back
it up honey.

I want money y'all. I need the money y'all