paroles de chanson Money (The Count of Monte Cristal - Dungeon Remix) - N.A.S.A.

Man say the love have money
(Come on)
So no matter what dem say
It's the order of the DJ

Adam said, "Eve, now listen to me
Anything you want you can have
So be a good girl, and let's make a deal
Swimming pool and four car garage"

"The world is your friend
The door's opening
Anything you want that you need"

"Whoever you need, they're acting so sweet
Money changes everything"

Money, money, money, money
Money, money, money
Money is the root of all evil

Money, money, money, money
Money, money, money
Money is the root of all evil

Money, money, money, money
Money, money, money
Money is the root of all evil

Money, money, money, money
Money, money, money
Money is the root of all evil

De one dollar bill dat a George Washington
Two dollar dat a Thomas Jefferson
Five dollar bill a Abraham Lincoln
Ten dollar bill a Andrew Jackson

Twenty dollar bill a Alexander Hamilton
Big like giant or yah small like dwarf
Small like dwarf or yah big like giant
Fifty dollar bill, say dat a Ulyses Grant

Hundred dollar bill a Benjamin Franklin
Out pon de street there is a lot of killing
Fighting, fussing, blood is spilling
All over the world, man they are grilling

Out pon de street me have fi watch fi me head
In a me pocket and I don't got no bread
Buss up de copper and dem buss up de lead
Each and every day dem find another man dead

Money, money, money, money
Money, money, money
Money is the root of all evil

Money, money, money, money
Money, money, money
Money is the root of all evil

Money, money, money, money
Money, money, money
Money is the root of all evil

Money, money, money, money
Money, money, money
Money is the root of all evil

I smell the smell going around
I'm getting pounded in the ground
With this funny money still cycling around

You know the Euro
Kicking Uncle Sam in the who know
You know, deniro, the root of all evil

Yeah, I know you can't stand it
Being broker than the Ten Commandments
And the broker ain't planned this

Now they talkin' the Amero damn it
When it come down to it
Some can see right through it

Chuck D, sorry that drink's not on me
You can stick to it, just don't flip to it
For the sake of money, superstar cars,
You see hi-def on somebody's plasma TV

Who go from rags to riches
And spend their riches on rags
Similar bags with designer name tags
Be glad you got yourself cause they mad

They fake, plus they making mad mistakes
(They tell you your wise)
You wait and see you can't replace that space
And I bet money can't keep that smile on your face

Everybody's nice to you now
(Money)
Dollars and sense
(You mad at the money that you spent, uh)
It's fun to do but is it allowed?
(Sing)

Poor girl in a house of correction
You're sexy as hell
But it won't pay the bills forever
Bright lights and no information
Your feet hit the ground
When you lost what you found

Money, money, money, money
Money, money, money
Money is the root of all evil

Money, money, money, money
Money, money, money
Money is the root of all evil

Money, money, money, money
Money, money, money
Money is the root of all evil

Money, money, money, money
Money, money, money
Money is the root of all evil

Money, money, money, money
Money, money, money
Money is the root of all evil

Money, money, money, money
Money, money, money
Money is the root of all evil

Money, money, money, money
Money, money, money
Money is the root of all evil

Money, money, money, money
Money, money, money

Stay on top
Make sure you make it
Make sure that it don't make you

That goes back old school
As far as you can go back
That's right, you make the money

Make sure the money don't make you
Be about something