Uh, what, c'mon
Foxy Brown, uh, Horace Brown, what, remix, uh
And y'all all see me, frontin' in a Z iced out
with all my Firm bino's nigga, bet we diced out and on the low
My steez, consists of three's and triple three's
and six figures of three's, and chromed SE's
Chillin' on the villa, stackin' my swilla
with a luga luga, the nine Rugar
Italiano, with some Columbian cats, bubblin' my stacks
The richest, Mr and Mrs, the double Browns
One for the money ("one, one, one one")
Two for the show ("two, two, two two ")
Three to get the honeys ("three, three, three three")
Here we go ("hit, hit, hit me")
One for the money ("one, one, one one")
Two for the show ("two, two, two two")
Three to get the honeys ("three, three, three three")
Here we go ("hit, hit, hit me")
M-O-N-E-Y, it's all good with me
'Cause finally I can afford the life of luxury
And I remember in the day, Mamma had to work so hard
just to pay, all the money spent, had to get another job
And now we're living in a (Eight room mansion, on the hill)
And we sippin' on (Sippin' on champagne, when we chill)
And we ridin' (Lex, Coupe, Beamers and the Benz)
All over the world (From the East to the West coast, makin' ends)
See, we do it
One for the money ("one, one, one one")
Two for the show ("two, two, two two ")
Three to get the honeys ("three, three, three three")
Here we go ("hit, hit, hit me")
It's true, it's what we live for
We love to sing, we gonna freak you up and down
It's how we do our thing
And to the ladies in the house tonight, lookin' fly
You got it right, it's gonna be an after party
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