money, all the money in the world All the money, all the money in the world All the money, all the money in the world All the money, all the money can
Übersetzung: Black Lab. All The Money In The World.
it Cashmoney boy paper chaser Evil look in my eyes Close shirts you die Camofauge dark sky bi-bi-bye-bye you die I make all rules in the game I break all
one lives and what he did And funny how these black killer companies is makin money off us Fast food, cola, soda, Skull & Bone crosses, it's all poison
smoked Bitch think it's a game, but it ain't no joke I'm a fuck on that dope Pimp Daddy we miss ya, we love ya But it's all right, that whole Ca§h Money
youuuuu We'll rebuild this world that will destroy youuuuu [Verse 2: Tech N9ne] The red is for the blood we all shed fighting The black is for the nights
us in ya Jeeps Shaolin! Bobby Digital Uh-huh, Sunn who? Yeah Haha! Yeah! Get that money y'all Get that money y'all Get that money y'all Shout in pain
and what he did And funny how these black killer companies is makin' money off us Fast food, cola, soda, skull and bone crossers It's all poison Ecstasy
my black tee All in your house searchin' For bricks in my black tee I hit the scene, black scene in an all black shirt Black mask on my face leave all y'all
Cashmoney boy paper chaser Evil look in my eyes Close shirts you die Camofauge dark sky bi-bi-bye-bye you die I make all rules in the game I break all
your world and my world, nigga, let's make a movie Get it jumping, hit the box office hard, get it pumping This is your world and my world, nigga, hundreds
'm in another world lookin from the outside in A corrupt planet, operating strictly off sin You ask me will I miss this joint when I pass The world can
that I hits the scene I hit the spot and rock I gets the green Yo listen money this is all I do Bag chicks stack chips road trips with the crew We world
heart, when you see the gift we think big, A-L-C we get right [Evidence] Yo, everytime I rest, I put it all on the line yo money never slept that's
goin' inside of my thinkin' cells We bomb like militias I'm trying to stack riches Look first comes the money the power then the (?) They all will bring
tell ya man He better bring that fucking money here tomorrow, man You, walk up in the joint with me, man It's all real, yo, what up son? Yo, hold the
