VERSE 1:
Cash machine, do you think I'm a cash machine?
Limousine, I do not care that fucking machine.
Sure it is not my scene, nothing obscene.
Ninety-nine per cent clean, as wild as James Dean.
Money's not my Mummy, I sucked another titty
When I was a baby, I drank another curd
« Money, money, money? » OK yeah I heard!
Do you know another word?
I'm sure it's your password, it's your keyword, it's your catchword,
Fucking mockingbird, with your fucking buzzword.
Sorry but it's not my afterword!
Do you live for your dolls?
So make love with them all, with your golden balls !
CHORUS:
Clac clac clac in the air
Clac clac clac in the air
Cash money, cash money, cash money!
Clac clac clac in the air
Clac clac clac in the air
Cash money, cash money, cash money!
VERSE 2:
Is your world the Flamingo hotel?...
Do you feel better as you wear Chanel?
Do you think you look like a pretty Brummel?
Do you hope you'll fuck every Mademoiselle?
I don't any personnel to tell you: "What's the hell! La vie est belle but life doesn't sell well!
Cash doesn't make real fashion!
A bank doesn't hide imperfection!"
As you see a Jackson you get an erection!
Mister Bazillionaire, is cream your passion?
Mister Goldintheair, is dream for auction?
Do you wear a golden condom for contraception? It's an option!
For you money is attraction, connection, collection, perfection, inception, perception, creation, ovation, vocation, addiction, devotion, emotion, evolution, genuflection, benediction, resurrection, fornication.
In the name of holy money,
You would kill everybody,
Cash, bucks, loot are your trinity,
Your motto is "Cash rules everything around me".
CHORUS:
Clac clac clac in the air
Clac clac clac in the air
Cash money, cash money, cash money!
Clac clac clac in the air
Clac clac clac in the air
Cash money, cash money, cash money!
VERSE 3:
Hello Mister Midas, how is your life?
Did you enjoy Vegas? Did you marry a wife?
You turn everything you touch into gold.
So tell me is your penis so cold?
If you could, for sure it would be sold.
Is the pussy of your wife metallic?
I guess your nights are rhythmic.
Golden bed, golden butts,
Golden head and golden nuts,
You would fuck Goldilocks,
As blind as a fool, it sucks!
You think you rock,
Fuck your golden cock!
CHORUS:
Clac clac clac in the air
Clac clac clac in the air
Cash money, cash money, cash money!
Clac clac clac in the air
Clac clac clac in the air
Cash money, cash money, cash money!
VERSE 4:
Try to be in the charts with a golden heart,
Try to care about art, it would be super smart.
Money is so good... but not enough!
Yeah I understood,... it's just a puff,
Earn money, spend money, be happy!
But money's not a thing for BMOC.
Dollars are your goal? Stop your BS!
You'll die 'cause of gold,... this is TS!
CHORUS:
Clac clac clac in the air
Clac clac clac in the air
Cash money, cash money, cash money!
Clac clac clac in the air
Clac clac clac in the air
Cash money, cash money, cash money!
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