[uncredited spoken word poet the song's intro] With a that matched his own she said, "You're not a thief, are you?" He shrugged."Do I like a thief?" "You look like the most man here." She long enough to catch his eye;
of looks can be deceiving. She didn't say it, but she picture him pocketing a necklace carelessly in a jewelry box during a big party.
Or a Seiko watch from under a towel. She didn't him planning a heist, but just taking came his way. her smile, he said..
Bout money, yeahhh.. that's what I'm talkin bout Bout money, gettin that money
Blink Blink - every time you up your eyes Blink - every time you open up your mind
Blink - yeahhh, yeahhh What the are people talkin bout?
Blink - every time you open up your Blink Blink - every time you open mind Blink Blink - yeahhh,
the fuck these people talkin bout?
I say it once, say it again Cold cash money make the whole spin You can laugh, and you can But you ain't sayin if you ain't got ends So hold your breath, and for God And you get here, tell him that you need a job shit is hard, in the battlefield And the next bid'ness deal can get you
The in my name and it can't be cut off The water and the power and it be shut off Food, shelter, cheese, I gotta off, please I gotta shake off, that's why I take off I'm young and full of vigor, West nigga to make my pockets bigger from the shit that I deliver Stay afloat, sell your
Sell what you wrote, it, sell dope
Yeahhh, yeahhh, what the fuck are people bout? ... yeahhh, what the fuck do think about?
[Chorus] -
You put on a mask, and go in home savings
Witcho' and yo' heart and yo' forty-five waving Westsiders got cravings God damn motherfuckin money is
Yeahhh.. you know money money in ... you know money make the go round ... you money runnin everythang ... you know money the world go round ... you money runnin everythang ... you know money make the go, round
Blink..