| Song | They Want Money |
| Artist | Kool Moe Dee |
| Album | Greatest Hits |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Dewese, Riley | |
| I'm drivin' | |
| Benz 190 | |
| 2.5 and you know where to find me | |
| Driving down the highway | |
| Girlies behind me | |
| Jockin' blindly | |
| No need to remind me | |
| Who i am i know you know me | |
| Stop screamin' and yellin' and pointin' i'm low key | |
| No i ain't got no time for a picture | |
| But slide your number | |
| And i'll get wit ya | |
| You wanna ride | |
| Ya shouldn't of said that | |
| You played yourself | |
| And i know where your head's at | |
| Drive my car don't make me laugh | |
| You better settle for an autograph | |
| Or a hug and a kiss on the cheek maybe | |
| But i ain't trying to make no baby | |
| Forget all the silly rumors you heard | |
| Here's the deal so spread the word | |
| No, | |
| I ain't got no girlfriend | |
| No, | |
| I ain't buy no car | |
| No, | |
| I ain't got no babies | |
| A lot of ladies | |
| Naw, they want money | |
| And i can see'em a mile away | |
| And when they push up | |
| I just smile and say | |
| Back up off me | |
| Smell the coffee | |
| You're screamin' and plottin' | |
| And i'm killing you softly | |
| Watchin' you melt from the second i kiss ya | |
| Hear dollar signs in your careless whispers | |
| I know the game it's old and lame | |
| You're holdin' a flame for my name and my fame | |
| Livin' like givens schemin' on tyson | |
| But she got lucky cause he was a nice one | |
| But i ain't nice and i don't play that | |
| If it ain't tax i don't pay that | |
| You think you're in cause you turn me on | |
| Here one minute and the next you're gone | |
| I made rhymes | |
| I made cash | |
| Why get married and you take half | |
| No, | |
| I ain't got no girlfriend | |
| No, | |
| I ain't buy no car | |
| No, | |
| I ain't got no babies | |
| A lot of ladies | |
| Naw, they want money | |
| The police i'm givin' them fits | |
| A young brother in a benz legit | |
| I don't sell no drugs and take no shh | |
| Park my ride and the ladies hit | |
| So many ladies the cops had a hint | |
| They took me in cause they thought i pimped | |
| Jetted from the station back in a flash | |
| They had nothing on me but cold cold cash | |
| Ladies they all wanna get with | |
| The man with the money | |
| So they wanna get with | |
| The microphone master | |
| And ride shotgun | |
| So people can see ya | |
| And think i got one | |
| No sorry nothin's happenin' | |
| Moe dee's single while he's rappin' | |
| If girls keep lyin' and crashin' my party | |
| Ya'll gonna make me hurt somebody | |
| No, | |
| I ain't got no girlfriend | |
| No, | |
| I ain't buy no car | |
| No, | |
| I ain't got no babies | |
| A lot of ladies | |
| Naw, they want money |
| zuo ci : Dewese, Riley | |
| I' m drivin' | |
| Benz 190 | |
| 2. 5 and you know where to find me | |
| Driving down the highway | |
| Girlies behind me | |
| Jockin' blindly | |
| No need to remind me | |
| Who i am i know you know me | |
| Stop screamin' and yellin' and pointin' i' m low key | |
| No i ain' t got no time for a picture | |
| But slide your number | |
| And i' ll get wit ya | |
| You wanna ride | |
| Ya shouldn' t of said that | |
| You played yourself | |
| And i know where your head' s at | |
| Drive my car don' t make me laugh | |
| You better settle for an autograph | |
| Or a hug and a kiss on the cheek maybe | |
| But i ain' t trying to make no baby | |
| Forget all the silly rumors you heard | |
| Here' s the deal so spread the word | |
| No, | |
| I ain' t got no girlfriend | |
| No, | |
| I ain' t buy no car | |
| No, | |
| I ain' t got no babies | |
| A lot of ladies | |
| Naw, they want money | |
| And i can see' em a mile away | |
| And when they push up | |
| I just smile and say | |
| Back up off me | |
| Smell the coffee | |
| You' re screamin' and plottin' | |
| And i' m killing you softly | |
| Watchin' you melt from the second i kiss ya | |
| Hear dollar signs in your careless whispers | |
| I know the game it' s old and lame | |
| You' re holdin' a flame for my name and my fame | |
| Livin' like givens schemin' on tyson | |
| But she got lucky cause he was a nice one | |
| But i ain' t nice and i don' t play that | |
| If it ain' t tax i don' t pay that | |
| You think you' re in cause you turn me on | |
| Here one minute and the next you' re gone | |
| I made rhymes | |
| I made cash | |
| Why get married and you take half | |
| No, | |
| I ain' t got no girlfriend | |
| No, | |
| I ain' t buy no car | |
| No, | |
| I ain' t got no babies | |
| A lot of ladies | |
| Naw, they want money | |
| The police i' m givin' them fits | |
| A young brother in a benz legit | |
| I don' t sell no drugs and take no shh | |
| Park my ride and the ladies hit | |
| So many ladies the cops had a hint | |
| They took me in cause they thought i pimped | |
| Jetted from the station back in a flash | |
| They had nothing on me but cold cold cash | |
| Ladies they all wanna get with | |
| The man with the money | |
| So they wanna get with | |
| The microphone master | |
| And ride shotgun | |
| So people can see ya | |
| And think i got one | |
| No sorry nothin' s happenin' | |
| Moe dee' s single while he' s rappin' | |
| If girls keep lyin' and crashin' my party | |
| Ya' ll gonna make me hurt somebody | |
| No, | |
| I ain' t got no girlfriend | |
| No, | |
| I ain' t buy no car | |
| No, | |
| I ain' t got no babies | |
| A lot of ladies | |
| Naw, they want money |
| zuò cí : Dewese, Riley | |
| I' m drivin' | |
| Benz 190 | |
| 2. 5 and you know where to find me | |
| Driving down the highway | |
| Girlies behind me | |
| Jockin' blindly | |
| No need to remind me | |
| Who i am i know you know me | |
| Stop screamin' and yellin' and pointin' i' m low key | |
| No i ain' t got no time for a picture | |
| But slide your number | |
| And i' ll get wit ya | |
| You wanna ride | |
| Ya shouldn' t of said that | |
| You played yourself | |
| And i know where your head' s at | |
| Drive my car don' t make me laugh | |
| You better settle for an autograph | |
| Or a hug and a kiss on the cheek maybe | |
| But i ain' t trying to make no baby | |
| Forget all the silly rumors you heard | |
| Here' s the deal so spread the word | |
| No, | |
| I ain' t got no girlfriend | |
| No, | |
| I ain' t buy no car | |
| No, | |
| I ain' t got no babies | |
| A lot of ladies | |
| Naw, they want money | |
| And i can see' em a mile away | |
| And when they push up | |
| I just smile and say | |
| Back up off me | |
| Smell the coffee | |
| You' re screamin' and plottin' | |
| And i' m killing you softly | |
| Watchin' you melt from the second i kiss ya | |
| Hear dollar signs in your careless whispers | |
| I know the game it' s old and lame | |
| You' re holdin' a flame for my name and my fame | |
| Livin' like givens schemin' on tyson | |
| But she got lucky cause he was a nice one | |
| But i ain' t nice and i don' t play that | |
| If it ain' t tax i don' t pay that | |
| You think you' re in cause you turn me on | |
| Here one minute and the next you' re gone | |
| I made rhymes | |
| I made cash | |
| Why get married and you take half | |
| No, | |
| I ain' t got no girlfriend | |
| No, | |
| I ain' t buy no car | |
| No, | |
| I ain' t got no babies | |
| A lot of ladies | |
| Naw, they want money | |
| The police i' m givin' them fits | |
| A young brother in a benz legit | |
| I don' t sell no drugs and take no shh | |
| Park my ride and the ladies hit | |
| So many ladies the cops had a hint | |
| They took me in cause they thought i pimped | |
| Jetted from the station back in a flash | |
| They had nothing on me but cold cold cash | |
| Ladies they all wanna get with | |
| The man with the money | |
| So they wanna get with | |
| The microphone master | |
| And ride shotgun | |
| So people can see ya | |
| And think i got one | |
| No sorry nothin' s happenin' | |
| Moe dee' s single while he' s rappin' | |
| If girls keep lyin' and crashin' my party | |
| Ya' ll gonna make me hurt somebody | |
| No, | |
| I ain' t got no girlfriend | |
| No, | |
| I ain' t buy no car | |
| No, | |
| I ain' t got no babies | |
| A lot of ladies | |
| Naw, they want money |