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Money Money Money Money Money
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This song is about how I have enough money to live fairly comfortably and occasionally treat myself to a scone or something. Produced by KidSimple Productions. www.soundclick.com/kidsimpleproductions
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Hip Hop at its Absolute Most Realest
Brandon Li. Greg DeDeugd. Jasmine Henderson. Together, they are Renata Jackson. Hailing from the North Carolina School of the Arts, Renata Jackson brings you a signature sound that combines elements of Urban, Hip Hop, and Rap music. Their inspirations range from old-skool hit-makers like Sean "Puffy" Combs to today's chart-toppers, such as the venerable P Diddy. Like any great artist not related to Bob Dylan, Renata Jackson is starting small. But someday, their success will bring hope to the millions of children just like them, looking for any way out of their middle-class suburban upbringing.
Song Info
Genre
Hip-Hop • Alternative Hip Hop
Charts
Peak #669
Peak in subgenre #47
Author
Renata Jackson
Rights
2004
Uploaded
July 27, 2004
Track Files
MP3
MP3 4.0 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
Do you feel like life has given you the shaft? The once-over? The fuzzy end of the lollipop? I don't. So I wrote this song.
Lyrics
Money, money, money, money, money, I got some/ I got enough to put a couple of sinks in the bathroom/ I got enough to pay my water bill and then some/ Once a week I treat myself to a little dim sum/ Every week I get myself a pretty paycheck/ I take it to the bank and cash it, then I lay back/ Drink a sip of Guinness or maybe just Pabst/ I got a dozen student loans I gotta pay back. I'm money minded like a money munchin' tax attorney/ I keep my 401k plan preserved like taxidermy/ Wouldn't need a handout from my dad if it was handed to me/ Okay, I'm just afraid to ask, could you please ask him for me? Hey, don't you think that I'm afraid of my own dad, okay?/ Just 'cause he runs a company, and I write raps all day/ I'll make it big someday. I'll take it to L.A./ I'll rake in so much cake that raking it will break my rake! (chorus 2x) Money, he's got money/ Lots of money, money money money money/ They call me the king of denominations/ I got an automated bank teller, it never takes a vacation/ It's open 24/7. It never runs out/ 'Cause I got overdraw protection on my mom's account. But I don't overdraw too often 'cause I'm subsidized/ My monthly check from my parents is sweet like pumpkin pie/ They bought me a sporty Corolla that's so fun to drive/ I think I'll wait and be an adult in another life. Extended family's even better for cheddar/ I always check for extra paper when they send me a letter (cha-ching!)/ 'Cause Easter's Washington. Halloween is Lincoln/ Birthday is Jackson and Christmas is my man Ben Franklin/ I'm bankin' on a bankroll of about a half a grand this holiday season/ once my gifts are unwrapped, I'm goin' on the lam/ I won't be broke 'till I come back/ and ask my dad for an advance on my allowance check. (chorus 2x) Money, he's got money/ Lots of money, money money money money/ Yo yo yo yo yo In my pants side pocket I stash my wallet/ It's black with a latch that snaps so I can lock it/ And attatched to the latch is a strap that retracts/ And fastens to my pants, so take that, pick pockets! If I only had a dollar for every dime that I had/ I'd be a millionaire, yeah I'd be sittin' on stacks/ But until the day the bank forgets to check on their math/ I guess I'll settle for a refund on my property tax. But I best get back to boasting 'bout the things that I got/ 'Cause I don't got a lot of time to waste on things that I want/ Like a watch, with my face engraved on the face of the clock/ Or a plane, with a place to play X-Box in the cockpit/ But I'm afraid I've gone astray of the topic/ I'd blame it on the devil if I wasn't agnostic/ Money is the root of evil making people myopic/ So all I dream about is drinking stout in the tropics. (chorus 2x) Money, he's got money/ Lots of money, money money money money/ (chorus 2x) Money, he's got money/ Lots of money, money money money money/ (chorus 2x) Money, he's got money/ Lots of money, money money money money/ (Greg) Well, my name is Greg DeDeugd I'm only here for two bars/ 'Cause I found a trash can and I'ma take it to Mars. (Boom!)
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