[Intro]Money son, it's all about the moneyWhatchu talking bout all around the worldThey all want that moneyYeah tell me where the moneyShow me where the moneyEverybody tryna get the moneyEverybody, they want the dough[Verse 1: Black Milk]For them niggas that's blue-collarMinimum wage dollarsUp early and out of that money we need a lot ofSingle mother, single fatherWhatever, you gotta get the (dough)Yeah, at that bus stop waiting, tryna have mad patienceBout to start a job that you already hatingFuck having a boss but that's the cost when tryna get the (money)You know, hustle on that corner hoping you don't get caught inKeep 'em on the lookout, the cops done already warned himAnother strike and you's a gonerWhatever, you gotta get the (money)You know, make them dollars quickerFeel like imma rob a nigga (rob a nigga)Gotta get 'em my pockets need dollars in 'emRobbery go quicker to get my chips up I gotta get the (dough)Aye, to them dancers on the pole that's tryna pay off a loanOr, just wanted some meals, just wanna buy some new clothesWhatever it's for mama we know, you tryna get the (money)Yeah, bill collectors calling but nothing inside your walletTold 'em to stop calling and now you feel like you've fallenUpside down and you can't escape 'em, they tryna get they (money)[Bridge]It's the money songIt's all about that moneyWe all need the moneyNeed that, tell me where the moneyTell me where the moneyTryna get the money[Verse 2: Black Milk]So people think that if you ain't got money then you ain't got shitIf you make dollars then they don't make senseWe all 'bout making that profitCheck come in the mail, check cash go cop it1st of the month, mailbox you watch it1st of the month, champagne bottle pop itCelebrating hood rich, paying your debt overHit the mall up if you got something left over, the doughTryna floss on 'em, past due bills but acting like a boss on 'emShining, ya know diamondsThey don't need to know what it really cost for 'emAin't no money out there so you fake it til you make itSome people never make it they pick up the pistol and take itWhat we talkin' 'bout? What, the money we makin'?Tell 'em "Fuck you, pay me" if it ain't money related, yeah the (dough)[Bridge]*Beat flip to exit*
