Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gang Starr
Gang Starr
Performer
Shiggy Sha
Shiggy Sha
Vocals
G. Dep
G. Dep
Vocals
Guru
Guru
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris Martin
Chris Martin
Composer
E. Jackson
E. Jackson
Composer
T. Coleman
T. Coleman
Composer
Keith Elam
Keith Elam
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Premier
DJ Premier
Producer
Guru
Guru
Producer
Adam Loeffler
Adam Loeffler
Immersive Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Make money, money, go shoppin'!
Take money, money, go shoppin'!
No matter what the weather, winter, spring or fall
We'll be doin' it, "At the mall"
Make money, money, go shoppin'!
Take money, money, go shoppin'!
No matter what the weather, winter, spring or fall
We'll be doin' it, "At the mall"
Yo, what the deal cousin, gave him a pound, now we huggin'
In the mall thuggin', buggin', spent a few hundred
Shorties must be lovin', shit, jigg to my Wallow's
They watch like Movado, so I floss like a motto
You ain't loungin', till you've been countin' by the thousands
Profilin', pushin' more weight than your medallion
We be wildin', lockin' blocks down just like the Island
Dough pilin', we keeps it in the family like Italians
Ballin', cop some Charles Jordan and some icebergs
Ice herbs, nice curves, girlfriend with the white fur
Pushed up, feel her like some shots of tequila
Said her man's a dealer, with all these bags from Antilla
He got to be, but you hot to me, you under lock and key?
Laid it down properly, this cat at Stern's watchin' me
Moved on me sloppily, prepare for the fallout
With gats to blow the wall out, clear the mall out
Make money, money, go shoppin'!
Take money, money, go shoppin'!
No matter what the weather, winter, spring or fall
We'll be doin' it, "At the mall"
Make money, money, go shoppin'!
Take money, money, go shoppin'!
No matter what the weather, winter, spring or fall
We'll be doin' it, "At the mall"
Yo, don't be mad at me, I used to be
King Raggedy, fiends naggin' me, shit, I had to breathe
Gradually, rocked casually, Sha passed the leaf
Vaseline slick shit, green stick shit
Honey got some mean lipstick, my knot's this thick
And I cop the meanest shit, still rock Discus
But cops frisk us, the block whispers
Theft need to stop, how we cop, but you can guess like them jeans you rock
But now, I'm rollin' right, 'cause I had four faces
Fightin' four cases in the North Face and Dolomite
So with these here Isotoners, I'ma hold it tight
Shorty lookin' innocent there in Benetton gear
Nothing innocent here, this Henderson gear
Give us a year, you'll really see clear through these Cartiers
And do it party? Yeah, is what I'll probably hear
Sharkskin is what I'll probably wear, designed by Pierre, trust me
And look lovely with it
Cop a 4.2 and get ugly with it, snugly fitted, ruggedly hittin'
Fitted in my Coogi knitted, compliments on the doobie did it
Got the movie rented if your crew be with it, yo
Make money, money, go shoppin'!
Take money, money, go shoppin'!
No matter what the weather, winter, spring or fall
We'll be doin' it, "At the mall"
Most times I'm casual, but easily I switch
To some fly shit, like some silk suits by Paul Smith
And purchase some kicks by Kenneth Cole
Cop a Hilfiger, or Polo Goose for when it's cold
Armani, and Gaultier specs cover my eyes
The definition of jiggy, so you best to recognize
At the mall, I'm baggin' up, much more than gear
Victoria be whisperin' mad secrets in my ear
She wanted me to knock her in the back of Foot Locker
I chuckled as she kicked more game than soccer
Others try to copy, I see 'em when they mock me
Baseball cap bent, the fresh scent, Issey Miyake
All the way from Green Acre's to the Beverly Center
Heads turn, and I'm the main concern when I enter
At Albee Square, **** wouldn't even dare
With that fake thuggish ruggish when them Brooklyn kids be in there
Sonia Rykiel and a sweet for my girl
Stylin', on the cell phone smilin', it's my world
Can't forget the Avirex, pocket for the royalty checks
My crew be showin' loyalty, plus utmost respect
Yo, son, go pioneer them bimbos, while I get some Timbo's
Later on that night, you'll find them nymphos
That's how it goes 'cause mad heads be in the mall
Let's breeze, we got a show, plus I got another phone call
Written by: Chris Martin, E. Jackson, Keith Elam, T. Coleman
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