Lyrics Money - Ali B
You
can't
ask
where
I
am,
you
see
I'm
already
there
Man
I
love
all
my
niggers,
that's
my
team
I'm
going
to
do
a
show
for
a
camper,
I
already
have
half
I
was
just
with
your
bitch
and
boy
call
them
already
All
my
wishes
come
true,
I
have
the
Dragon
Balls
It's
almost
half
past
five,
now
my
alarm
clock
is
already
here
I
am
with
Ali
B,
but
yes
you
already
know
And
you
see,
I
am
Ronnie
Flex,
but
you
know
him
already
I
fly
as
if
Quidditch
to
Austria
for
festivals
She
thinks
I
will
hurt
her
We
are
already
resetting
the
levels
Your
boyfriend
is
not
a
friend
of
mine
So
please
move
it
aside
This
is
not
going
to
be
a
song
You
know
how
losers
are
When
they
are
lying
I
see
them,
that
is
not
possible
with
me
I
had
locked
up
last
year
and
this
is
not
over
This
is
not
secret,
your
bitch
should
not
be
my
type
You
lose
right
when
she
sees
how
it
can
be
Here
Someone
here
said
Ronnie
Flex
is
skeer,
that
turned
out
not
to
be
But
my
boxer
is
not
chill,
it's
from
Philipp
Plein
I'm
somewhere
in
the
fissa,
where
the
chicka's
are
Is
there
beer
and
wine,
shit
than
I'd
rather
have
wine
I
want
to
be
in
China
with
a
zina
In
a
villa
Or
a
smart
bitch,
sometimes
she
teaches
me
something
Latin
You
are
there
because
all
your
stories
are
myths
I
am
the
very
best
ever,
it
may
be
a
fact
I
am
the
very
best
ever
and
I
deserve
a
prize
Oh
you
thought
it
was
your
time,
but
it
is
not
your
time
That's
why
you
belong
to
the
things
I
don't
look
at
I'd
rather
get
rich,
later
I'd
rather
be
sheik
Why
do
you
talk
to
me
if
I
don't
understand
They
serve
caviar,
but
I
want
something
with
rice
I
have
a
new
girl,
that's
why
I
don't
reach
You
You
should
see
yourself
when
you
look
dirty
(bitch)
I'm
not
with
those
skating
skunk
sucking
rappers
I'm
making
money
with
John
de
Mol,
you
notice
That
when
I
talk
money
It's
never
about
donnies
At
least
a
milli
before
I
get
a
little
fun
did
I
laugh
balls
off
me
pants
Stupid
bitches
like
balls
in
the
corner
Because
they
fall
for
me
loot
But
I'm
me
money
as
a
Jew
So
I
deport
them
as
to
what
ballers
from
the
hood
Nothing
personal
It
has
to
do
with
the
state
of
mind
Buying
bottles
in
the
VIP
is
no
problem
for
me
See
if
I
want,
I
buy
the
whole
club
And
the
owner
is
busy
I
also
buy
his
staff
at
Do
not
break
my
mouth
I
want
to
walk
quietly
with
my
son
to
the
daycare
center
I
am
going
to
buy
a
house
in
Marrakesh
tomorrow
From
my
management
fee,
call
me
bastard
buyer
You
don't
see
me
stacking
so
fast
While
I
spend
money,
my
stack
gets
bigger
I
have
credit
cards,
about
six
guys
My
American
Express
is
black
guy
I'm
with
Ronnie
Flex,
alias
Flonti
Stacks
So
was
there
with
your
silly
nut,
after
tabon
yemek
Call
me
name
again
in
your
track
And
you
find
that
dead
career
of
yours
back
in
a
bodybag
I
hear
you
say
that
you
have
so
much
money
While
with
your
stupid
ass,
you
don't
even
have
your
own
osso
Do
not
bother
me,
go
back
to
your
loft
crazy
I
pull
steps
while
you
pull
your
tollie
Am
not
the
type
that
puts
a
tori
Am
not
the
type
that
brings
you
bori
I
am
the
type
that
counts
a
story
For
three
million
people
on
tv
That
is
money
men
(That
is
money
men)
(Dd-de
money
men)
(Dd-dat)
(Dd-de
money
men)
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