Money Bags (Paradise)

Money son, it's all about the money

Whatchu talking bout all around the world

They all want that money

Yeah tell me where the money

Show me where the money

Everybody tryna get the money

Everybody, they want the dough

For them niggas that's blue-collar

Minimum wage dollars

Up early and out of that money we need a lot of

Single mother, single father

Whatever, you gotta get the (dough)

Yeah, at that bus stop waiting, tryna have mad bitches

Bout to start a job that you already hating

Fuck 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 in

Keep 'em on the lookout, the cops done already warned him

Another strike and you's a goner

Whatever, you gotta get the (money)

You know, make them dollars quicker

Feel like I'm a rob a nigga (rob a nigga)

Gotta get 'em my pockets need dollars in 'em

Robbery 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 loan

Or, just wanted some deals, just wanna buy some new clothes

Whatever it's for mama we know, you tryna get the (money)

Yeah, bill collectors calling but nothing inside your wallet

Told 'em to stop calling and now you feel like you've fallen

Upside down and you can't escape 'em, they tryna get they (money)

It's the money song

It's all about that money

We all need the money

Need that, tell me where the money

Tell me where the money

Tryna get the money

So people think that if you ain't got money then you ain't got a dick

If you make dollars then they don't make sense

We all 'bout making that profit

Check come in the mail, check cash go cop it

1st of the month, mailbox you watch it

1st of the month, champagne bottle pop it

Celebrating hood rich, paying your debt over

Hit the mall up if you got something left over, the dough

Tryna floss on 'em, past due bills but acting like a boss on 'em

Shining, ya know diamonds

They don't need to know what it really cost for 'em

Ain't no money out there so you fake it til you make it

Some people never make it they pick up the pistol and take it

What we talkin' 'bout? What, the money we makin'?

Tell 'em "Fuck you, pay me" if it ain't money related, yeah the (dough)