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Money

4:26melodic rap, trap, emo rap, rap Album Rap Life 2023-12-22

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Description

Vocals: Juice WRLD

Vocals: Nicki Minaj

Mixing Engineer: A. ‘BAINZ’ Bains

Unknown: Alex Tumay

Mixing Engineer: Aresh Banaji

Mixing Engineer: Aubry "Big Juice" Delaine

Unknown: Aubry "Big Juice" Delaine

Producer: Charlie Heat

Unknown: Flo. Ongonga

A& R Direction: Geoffrey Ogunlesi

Mastering Engineer: Joe LaPorta

Mixing Engineer: Maxlord

Unknown: Maxlord

Vocals: Young Thug

Writer: Jeffery Williams

Lyrics and translation

Original

Some people say it's folly, but I'd rather have the lolly

With money, you can make a smash

There is nothing quite as wonderful as money, money, money, money

There is nothing like a newly minted pound (money, money, money, money)

Everyone must hanker for the butchness of a banker

It's accountancy that makes the world go 'round, 'round, 'round, 'round

You can keep your Marxist ways, for it's only just a phase (ah, ah, ah, ah)

Money, money, money makes the world go 'round

Who made the beat? Charlie (Yee)

Monte Carlo, big sharks on my ankles (Monte Carlo)

I drape out all my broads, Cartier bangles (Cartier bangles)

I go military boys with the angles (grrah-grrah-grrah, phew-phew)

Gotta upgrade the stars, outer space for me (yeah)

Lotta blue cash in a rubber band (a lotta blue cash in the rubber)

Mount it-, she in Barbie land (she in Barbie land)

Tropicana diamonds, rock 'em by the tens (by the tens)

I'm just drinkin' Act', Kurt Cobain (uh)

Fresh to death, Gucci on my tomb

My chopper sing, it need autotune

Bad bitch in my hotel room

Take a Perky right before we fuck, then act a fool (fool)

Sad money, I got blue face diamonds

I'm at the top, and I'm gonna keep on climbin'

I got a - on my hip, no silence

My mama told me, "Don't trust nobody"

Damn, mama, you seen it coming (woo)

That's why I don't keep this heat for nothin'

Try me, then you're gettin' one (on God)

Plus one (yeah), and a couple more, uh (yeah)

Thirty shots when I am all done (slatt)

Right, right? Did I do the math right? (Money, money, money)

Stomp 'em out, wrath in my Rafs, feel my wrath (yeah, let's go)

Monte Carlo, big sharks on my ankles (Monte Carlo)

I drape out all my broads, Cartier bangles (Cartier bangles)

I go military boys with the angles (grrah-grrah-grrah, phew-phew)

Gotta upgrade the stars, outer space for me (yeah)

Lotta blue cash in a rubber band (a lotta blue cash in the rubber)

Mount it-, she in Barbie land (she in Barbie land)

Tropicana diamonds, rock 'em by the tens (by the tens)

I'm just drinkin' Act', Kurt Cobain (ayo)

Lettin' him get up in it when he came home

After a long bid, you know that sex game strong

Headed to the grip, baby, hang on

Ding-dong got that Alexander Wang on

Wait, free Thug

She heard that, "Hehe," and my, "Hehe" did the facepalm

Pretty no makeup, I ain't have to put my face on

Stay in your lane, don't get gassed at that station (oop, yeah)

Give him the chills, I got him head over heels (oop)

Sucking my toes while he massagin' my heels (oop)

He want to lick the wrapper, no chance

They tryna ride my wave, but they end up on the sand (oop)

I got wild hitters and hustlers all on my payroll (payroll)

Type of niggas hit the block move the crack and that yayo (yayo)

I got wild chicas who do whatever I say so (say so)

'Bout that dinero, so, if you want me you gotta peso

Just put a couple grand in some rubber bands

Bitches want my look, couldn't get a glance

They wonder what I gross like, my name was Lance

It's Barbie, bitch, just dropped like twenty mill' on Barbie Land

Monte Carlo, big sharks on my ankles (Monte Carlo)

I drape out all my broads, Cartier bangles (Cartier bangles)

I go military boys with the angles (grrah-grrah-grrah, phew-phew)

Gotta upgrade the stars, outer space for me (yeah)

Lotta blue cash in a rubber band (a lotta blue cash in the rubber)

Mount it-, she in Barbie land (she in Barbie land)

Tropicana diamonds, rock 'em by the tens (by the tens)

I'm just drinkin' Act', Kurt Cobain (Cobain)

Money on your dawg, they go- (grrt)

On the sidewalk like he gettin' a tan (grrah)

I grow micro-soft drinkin' oxygen (grrah-grrah)

Bitch, I been a boss since a goddamn kid (woo)

Hop out on the block with it (with it)

Make him do the cha-cha-cha (woo, skrrt)

I rode the Dropbox with your bae and I got my rocks off (woo, got my rocks off)

She sucked the socks off of me and they was Gucci (woo)

I bent her over in the Bentley Spur and I didn't eat her coochie (on God)

I'm livin' life as a pimp (yeah)

I'll put a bitch on your shrimp (yeah)

I'm high in the sky like a blimp (high)

Ooh, I'll cop a Rolls-Royce first attempt (skrrt)

What's the definition of real? Yeah, yeah, yeah

When you kneel, yeah, yeah, yeah

You just showin' you steal, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah (let's go)

Money, money, money, money

Money, money, money, money

Money, money, money, money

Money, money, money, money

Money, money, money makes the-

Money, money, money makes the–

Money, money, money makes the world go 'round

Money, money, money, money

Money, money, money, money

Money

English translation

Some people say it's folly, but I'd rather have the lolly

With money, you can make a smash

There is nothing quite as wonderful as money, money, money, money

There is nothing like a newly minted pound (money, money, money, money)

Everyone must hanker for the butchness of a banker

It's accountancy that makes the world go 'round, 'round, 'round, 'round

You can keep your Marxist ways, for it's only just a phase (ah, ah, ah, ah)

Money, money, money makes the world go 'round

Who made the beat? Charlie (Yee)

Monte Carlo, big sharks on my ankles (Monte Carlo)

I drape out all my broads, Cartier bangles (Cartier bangles)

I go military boys with the angles (grrah-grrah-grrah, phew-phew)

Gotta upgrade the stars, outer space for me (yeah)

Lotta blue cash in a rubber band (a lotta blue cash in the rubber)

Mount it-, she in Barbie land (she in Barbie land)

Tropicana diamonds, rock 'em by the tens (by the tens)

I'm just drinkin' Act', Kurt Cobain (uh)

Fresh to death, Gucci on my tomb

My chopper sing, it need autotune

Bad bitch in my hotel room

Take a Perky right before we fuck, then act a fool (fool)

Sad money, I got blue face diamonds

I'm at the top, and I'm gonna keep on climbin'

I got a - on my hip, no silence

My mama told me, "Don't trust nobody"

Damn, mama, you seen it coming (woo)

That's why I don't keep this heat for nothin'

Try me, then you're gettin' one (on God)

Plus one (yeah), and a couple more, uh (yeah)

Thirty shots when I am all done (slatt)

Right, right? Did I do the math right? (Money, money, money)

Stomp 'em out, wrath in my Rafs, feel my wrath (yeah, let's go)

Monte Carlo, big sharks on my ankles (Monte Carlo)

I drape out all my broads, Cartier bangles (Cartier bangles)

I go military boys with the angles (grrah-grrah-grrah, phew-phew)

Gotta upgrade the stars, outer space for me (yeah)

Lotta blue cash in a rubber band (a lotta blue cash in the rubber)

Mount it-, she in Barbie land (she in Barbie land)

Tropicana diamonds, rock 'em by the tens (by the tens)

I'm just drinkin' Act', Kurt Cobain (ayo)

Lettin' him get up in it when he came home

After a long bid, you know that sex game strong

Headed to the grip, baby, hang on

Ding-dong got that Alexander Wang on

Wait, free Thug

She heard that, "Hehe," and my, "Hehe" did the facepalm

Pretty no makeup, I ain't have to put my face on

Stay in your lane, don't get gassed at that station (oop, yeah)

Give him the chills, I got him head over heels (oop)

Sucking my toes while he massagin' my heels (oop)

He want to lick the wrapper, no chance

They tryna ride my wave, but they end up on the sand (oop)

I got wild hitters and hustlers all on my payroll (payroll)

Type of niggas hit the block move the crack and that yayo (yayo)

I got wild chicas who do whatever I say so (say so)

'Bout that dinero, so, if you want me you gotta peso

Just put a couple grand in some rubber bands

Bitches want my look, couldn't get a glance

They wonder what I gross like, my name was Lance

It's Barbie, bitch, just dropped like twenty mill' on Barbie Land

Monte Carlo, big sharks on my ankles (Monte Carlo)

I drape out all my broads, Cartier bangles (Cartier bangles)

I go military boys with the angles (grrah-grrah-grrah, phew-phew)

Gotta upgrade the stars, outer space for me (yeah)

Lotta blue cash in a rubber band (a lotta blue cash in the rubber)

Mount it-, she in Barbie land (she in Barbie land)

Tropicana diamonds, rock 'em by the tens (by the tens)

I'm just drinkin' Act', Kurt Cobain (Cobain)

Money on your dawg, they go- (grrt)

On the sidewalk like he gettin' a tan (grrah)

I grow micro-soft drinkin' oxygen (grrah-grrah)

Bitch, I been a boss since a goddamn kid (woo)

Hop out on the block with it (with it)

Make him do the cha-cha-cha (woo, skrrt)

I rode the Dropbox with your bae and I got my rocks off (woo, got my rocks off)

She sucked the socks off of me and they was Gucci (woo)

I bent her over in the Bentley Spur and I didn't eat her coochie (on God)

I'm livin' life as a pimp (yeah)

I'll put a bitch on your shrimp (yeah)

I'm high in the sky like a blimp (high)

Ooh, I'll cop a Rolls-Royce first attempt (skrrt)

What's the definition of real? Yeah, yeah, yeah

When you kneel, yeah, yeah, yeah

You just showin' you steal, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah (let's go)

Money, money, money, money

Money, money, money, money

Money, money, money, money

Money, money, money, money

Money, money, money makes the-

Money, money, money makes the–

Money, money, money makes the world go 'round

Money, money, money, money

Money, money, money, money

Money

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