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Money Is My Bitch
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
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Nas
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nasir Jones
Nasir Jones
Songwriter
Samuel Barnes
Samuel Barnes
Songwriter
Jean Claude Olivier
Jean Claude Olivier
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
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Nas
Recording Engineer
Rich Travali
Rich Travali
Mixing Engineer
Jon Shriver
Jon Shriver
Recording Engineer
Alvin West
Alvin West
Producer

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I love you so much, don't ever leave me, I won't let you leave The h- turned me out, green eyes, had a crush on her Since five years old, met her, fell in love with her I saved that h- 'cause she bring more h- She major yo, the way she left them other dudes cold Heart-broken, she walked right out of mad n- life So when I bagged her up right, I had to make her my wife And I ain't gonna lose her like those other lames did I keep a stash safe kid, when I proposed, it made her face big She keep me jig, glorifying medallions Got me in clothes made by Italians, feed me lobster and scallions Watching her pile on my bed, her body feel stacked She been around for years, know the hustlers, pimps, and macks Bankers and diplomats She the scratch on my back Her cream I lust, now I got her, I don't know how to act When she not around, I'm heated, about to lay somethin' flat Know how to treat it, never take for granted, she got me trapped (My money, money, money) my b- is my money (Ooh, money, you my honey) money is my b- (My money, money, money) love her 'cause she keep a n- rich (Ooh, money you my honey) but I think she got me p- whipped (My money, money, money) my b- is my money (Ooh, money, you my honey) money is my b- (My money, money, money) yeah, that b- treat me like a trick (Ooh, money you my honey) she says without her, I can't be rich All the fun we have together, I keep you in my pocket It's so much of you I share you, and speak to you in private You got me karats on my wrist I'm a savage for your kiss Embarrassed when I'm not with you, I'm off guard N- always expect to see us two together, stable The best couple they seen since Trump and Marla Maple Don't need no pre-nup 'Cause when we hump, we do it up, make sure we both will bust a dollar sign nut Before I got to know, my life I say was mediocre Break of day, slingin' all night long, fiendin' to stroke ya Seeing n- wit' you I wasn't happy Wanted to stick them up to get you, heard you calling for daddy And gladly I take you as my lawfully wedded wife Never divorce me, I promise to treat you right Keep you satisfied, never lie help you grow My legal tender, lovely Federal Reserve note (My money, money, money) my b- is my money (Ooh, money, you my honey) money is my b- (My money, money, money) love her 'cause she keep a n- rich (Ooh, money you my honey) but I think she got me p- whipped (My money, money, money) my b- is my money (Ooh, money, you my honey) money is my b- (My money, money, money) yeah, that b- treat me like a trick (Ooh, money you my honey) she says without her, I can't be rich I won't sell my soul to you What do I owe to you? My cars, my house, my flow to you Screw you Before you Real n- said I was cool, now I got you The envy me 'cause I'm with you You floss too much Turn n- out, one touch For you, my - bust, you always said in God we trust It's hard enough to keep counting on you You cheat with government thugs, got the IRS pounding on you I think I liked you better when you were illegal But you had to get professional, musical Now when we f- we use prophylactic, hard plastic Stick you in ATM's, limited cash quick Said you'd give me luxury, when I asked it F- me, I gave you back shots in ya assets Promised happiness, but really did nothing for me I guess b- like you just grow on trees (My money, money, money) my b- is my money (Ooh, money, you my honey) money is my b- (My money, money, money) love her 'cause she keep a n- rich (Ooh, money you my honey) but I think she got me p- whipped (My money, money, money) my b- is my money (Ooh, money, you my honey) money is my b- (My money, money, money) yeah, that b- treat me like a trick (Ooh, money you my honey) she says without her, I can't be rich My money, money, money Ooh, money you my honey My money, money, money Ooh, money you my honey (My money, money, money) my b- is money (Ooh, money you my honey), money is my b- (My money, money, money) yeah, that b- treat me like a trick (Ooh, money you my honey) she says without her, I can't be rich
Writer(s): Jean Claude Olivier, Nasir Jones, Samuel Barnes Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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