Lyrics Money - Mark5

Uh, ooh, yeah, Mark 5, baby
I'm all about that money
You can take that bullshit somewhere else (DJ Mark 5), yeah

I'm all about the money like I'm Floyd Mayweather
And I reside in Hollywood 'cause we got the best weather
Just bought a Jesus piece, about to buy another one
And I don't wife hoes, so I sleep with my gun
The last thing I give a fuck about is what you think
First time on TV, my polo was pink
Mark 5, how'd you get so motherfuckin' wavy?
Well, my dick drives, these girls fuckin' crazy

I don't wanna be a dad livin' in the suburbs
So I'm strapped up, and I'm talkin' 'bout rubbers
No glove, no love, yeah, baby, Mark 5's a thug
All about the money, I don't need a hug

Baby, I'm all about the money, baby
I'm all about the money, baby
I'm all about the money, baby
Baby, I'm all about the money, baby
I'm all about the money, baby
I'm all about the money, baby

I wouldn't piss on my ex if she was on fire
She lied more than Jim Carrey in Liar Liar
If you want a beat, it's gonna cost you ten racks
Why you so serious? You need to relax
You probably stressed out living check to check
I got my Hugo Boss shoe on your neck
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, I'm laughing to the bank
I'm not a gynecologist, but that pussy stank

If you wanna be the man
It's gonna cost you a hundred grand
And a luxury sedan
But you too busy chasing girls named Erica
I'm all about the money, God bless America

Baby, I'm all about the money, baby
I'm all about the money, baby
I'm all about the money, baby
Baby, I'm all about the money, baby
I'm all about the money, baby
I'm all about the money, baby