Listen to Money Ain't a Thang (feat. JAY Z) by Jermaine Dupri

Money Ain't a Thang (feat. JAY Z)

Jermaine Dupri

Hip-Hop/Rap

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Roger Parker
Roger Parker
Songwriter
Shawn Carter
Shawn Carter
Songwriter
Steve Arrington
Steve Arrington
Songwriter
CARTER, CHARLES C
CARTER, CHARLES C
Songwriter
Waung Hankerson
Waung Hankerson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brian Frye
Brian Frye
Recording Engineer
Ken Ifill
Ken Ifill
Engineer
Dana Chappelle
Dana Chappelle
Engineer
Ed Rasso
Ed Rasso
Engineer
Kevin Lively
Kevin Lively
Assistant Engineer
Carlton Lynn
Carlton Lynn
Engineer
Eddie Sancho
Eddie Sancho
Engineer
Vlado Meller
Vlado Meller
Mastering Engineer
Bernie Grundman
Bernie Grundman
Mastering Engineer
Chris Puriam
Chris Puriam
Engineer
Phil Tan
Phil Tan
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Ugh, ugh (uh-huh, uh-huh) So So Def Yeah, yeah In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes With the top down screamin' out, "Money ain't a thang" Bubble hard in the double R, flashin' the rings With the window cracked, holla back, money ain't a thang Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam-gleam And to hell with the price 'cause the money ain't a thang Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bing When you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang (come on) Y'all wanna floss wit us (come on) 'Cause all across the board, we burn it up (yeah) Drop a little paper, baby toss it up Slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up See the money ain't a thang I flex the Rol', sign a check for yo' hoe Jigga's style is love, X and O Save all your accolades, just the dough My game is wide, all lames aside Tryin' to stay alive, hundred thou' for the bracelet Foolish, ain't I? The chain'll strain ya eye (bling) Twin platinum gun son, aim for the sky Ice on my bullet, you die soon as I pull it Willies wanna rub shoulders, your money's too young See me when it gets older, your bank account grow up Mine's is one-zero-zero-zero-zero-oh'd up Damn near out the rear trunk when I roll up Multi 'til I close up, it's all basic I been spendin' hundreds since they had small faces Rob your stash house, doubled out down in Vegas Me and J.D. got it locked crazy Where you at haters? In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes With the top down screamin' out, "Money ain't a thang" Bubble hard in the double R, flashin' the rings With the window cracked, holla back, money ain't a thang Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam-gleam And to hell with the price 'cause the money ain't a thang Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bing When you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang Y'all wanna floss with us 'Cause all across the board, we burn it up (ha) Drop a little paper, baby toss it up Slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up See the money ain't a thang My cake thick, I live the life Eatin' crab, watchin' bitches shake shit all night I make the big moves, do the big things Take small groups, turn 'em into big names The big dog with the big chain, frost bit bracelet to match Cats say I'm the shit man The type of nigga that you need in yo' crew Type of dude that will do shit you won't do, can't do Get more burn than a candle Too hot to hold, too much to handle In the black C-low, he know if she look She go bye-bye with da-da and I ain't gotta say no more I'm The Truth like A.I., got the proof and stay fly In the safest shit you could never buy, know why? 'Cause I write the songs that the whole world sing I don't know 'bout y'all but every night I swing In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes With the top down screamin' out, "Money ain't a thang" Bubble hard in the double R, flashin' the rings With the window cracked, holla back, money ain't a thang Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam-gleam And to hell with the price 'cause the money ain't a thang Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bing When you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang Y'all wanna floss with us (uh-huh) 'Cause all across the board, we burn it up (what?) Drop a little paper, baby toss it up (yeah) Slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up See, the money ain't a thang Y'all shit ain't for real 'til y'all ship a mil' And ya hit a R&B chick, and she fit the bill (what?) Said she loved my necklace, started relaxin' Now, that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction Went from wholesome to "Jigga, you awe-some" (ugh) Baby, I don't play all my jewelry is light grey Platinum, spend your whole life in the day What's down is a bet, roll the dice Yeah, yeah, let's play So what you went gold and Rock a Rollie with the ice bezel? It's gon' take a lot more to see my level Where I'm at, your check, you better double that (double that) And personally your raps is where the trouble at I'm a Benz bubble cat, leather with the wood grain In the platinum frame (screaming) "It's not a game" (Gleaming) from ear to ear, wrist to wrist, ring and chain (Even) me and Jay-Z got it locked, crazy In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes With the top down screamin' out, "Money ain't a thang" Bubble hard in the double R, flashin' the rings With the window cracked, holla back, money ain't a thang Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam-gleam And to hell with the price 'cause the money ain't a thang Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bing When you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang Y'all wanna floss with us 'Cause all across the board, we burn it up Drop a little paper, baby toss it up Slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up See, the money ain't a thang So So Def, Roc-A-Fella, collabo You know All we do is rock, rock on Rock, rock on, rock, rock on
Writer(s): Roger Parker, Waung Hankerson, Steve Arrington, Shawn Carter, Charles Carter, Jermaine Dupri Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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