• Wynn Stewart
• Sticky Fingaz
• Saga
• The Alan Parson Project
• Cry
• Kathleen Edwards
• Living Colour
• Lil' Kim
• J. J. Cale
• Vices Live In 3d
• Soul Asylum
• C-Murder
• Flipmode Squad
• Money Talks Soundtrack
• AC/DC
• kinks
• Deep Purple
• Alan Parsons Project
• J.J. Cale
• April Wine
• AC DC
• Double X
• Delgados
• Chinchilla
• Cryptic Slaughter

I've lost you cause I can't afford your love
And money that's what he's always had more of
He's buying you how it's costing me
I thought the best things of life are always free
But money talks oh yes money talks
Even louder than a little golden band
Money talks oh yes how money talks
And it's the only language you'll ever understand
[ guitar - steel ]
Well how many kisses does a dollar buy
Your promises they must be twice as high
Someday you'll try to buy a love that's true
And when your money's gone your love will be gone too

'Twas the night before twistmas
And all through the house
We had guns and money around
Layin' on the couch
We was dressed with black jewelry this time
Mmm, c'mon
Everybody want me, I created thieves
Why I'm almost as important as the air you breathe
I been through hard times, when it wasn't enough for me
Stick a weak, kid'll have you livin' in luxury
I'm the reason niggas sellin' drugs to fiends
I'm the reason Mr.Simpson got off clean
I'm the reason some parents gotta bury they kids
And I'm the reason why your cousin on the run from feds
I've been through customs, borders
I've been handled by authorities
Drove people crazy when they couldn't see more of me
I've been saved, I've been buried alive
Say my name enough and any nigga testify
Who you think lead that whole seller ass that time
All by myself, I created black on black crime
I'm America's most, I'm tadded up with Ghost
Even my hand got big, from net to gross
I'm emotionless, yet I breathe jealousy and envy
People kill for me or die to defend me
But in the end am I really worth the sun
Rich people make me work for them
And poor people work for me
Who am I? Nigga I'm money
Who am I? Nigga I'm money
See the gun wound, went down for you
Who ran up in the house, duke
Caught one from he and for who
When niggas was ready to murder me
You stayed up in the crib, like a bitch
Lookin' ill, and it's lurkin' me
I got stabbed for you
Yo, shot up the ass for you
Should stop blowin' the cabs for you
Chill, some niggas called crabs for you
Holdin' them garbage bags for you
Ill, blowin' them hags for you
I resort to evil, I don't grow on trees
I'm called by different names, chips, scrilla, cream
And I'm always green whether dirty or clean
Gettin' ya hands on me is the American dream
I'm more powerful than God, or Razale
'Cause when you pray to God nigga, you pray for me
I'm an exchange hand to hand, with heavy weapontry
This one couple fucked on me, and slept on me
Up in the dice games niggas stepped on me
Bet on me, couldn't pay, bled on me
I enslaved populations and controlled masses
I come in all forms, coins, paper, plastic
Even credit, I owe you
You work for me nigga, I own you
If you are smart, you make me work for you
All ya life you try and get me and it's hurtin' you
See the gun wound, went down for you
Who ran up in the house, duke
Caught one from he and for who
When niggas was ready to murder me
You stayed up in the crib, like a bitch
Lookin' ill, and it's lurkin' me
I got stabbed for you
Yo, shot up the ass for you
Should stop blowin' the cabs for you
Chill, some niggas called crabs for you
Holdin' them garbage bags for you
Ill, blowin' them hags for you
If you had a million of me, what would you do with me yo?
Would you blow me in a month and have nothin' to show
Or would you invest in me and watch me grow
Take me to the streets and flip me from, do' to sto' to do'
I under seen things I wish I hadn't seen
I came between loved ones and families
A nigga kill his old man to get his hands on me
Got secret enscriptions, examine me
Wanna find me, the bank machine is where I be
And showed 'em to a hundred grand, F.D.I.C.
I'm more notorious than the B.I.G.
I'm so money, who don't wanna be like me
See the gun wound, went down for you
Who ran up in the house, duke
Caught one from he and for who
When niggas was ready to murder me
You stayed up in the crib, like a bitch
Lookin' ill, and it's lurkin' me
I got stabbed for you
Yo, shot up the ass for you
Should stop blowin' the cabs for you
Chill, some niggas called crabs for you
Holdin' them garbage bags for you
Ill, blowin' them hags for you
See the gun wound, went down for you
Who ran up in the house, duke
Caught one from he and for who
When niggas was ready to murder me
You stayed up in the crib, like a bitch
Lookin' ill, and it's lurkin' me
I got stabbed for you
Yo, shot up the ass for you
Should stop blowin' the cabs for you
Chill, some niggas called crabs for you
Holdin' them garbage bags for you

What you want is not what you've got
You can work 'til dawn but when will it stop?
You can take time off but never get caught
It's all part of the game
One good turn deserves another
And every dog has it's day
Can we make some more time for each other
I hope we don't have to pay
There's not time, no time to recover
This is no holiday
Chorus:
Tell me anything that you want
'Cause we all know that money talks
And we will do exactly what it says
We're here today, maybe gone tomorrow
You know there's no other way
It's all part of the game
Whether we, we beg, steal or borrow
We will do it today
It's all part of the game
Repeat Chorus:
What you want is not what you've got
You can work 'til dawn but when will it stop?
You can take time off but never get caught
It's all part of the game
As you make your way to the top
Don't let life tie you in a knot
We're all the same, no, probably not
It's all part of the game
Repeat Chorus

(Lead vocal - John Miles)
Money don't grow on a money tree
The more you take the less for me
Money don't buy what you really need
It make an iceman cry, a stoneman bleed
But when you get right down to it, no matter who you are
It rules your life like a virgin queen
One day you might get over it, but in the meantime
It rules the world likea green machine
In the bank, in a box, money talks
In the black, on the rocks, money talks, money talks
Money don't lose in the money game
It drags you down like a ball and chain
So money don't come with a guarantee
It make a fool of you, it make a fool of me
But when you get right down to it, no matter what you say
It ties you down but it can set you free
Some day you might get over it, but in the meantime
It burns you up in the first degree
Moscow, Bangkok, money talk
Park Lane, Boardwalk, money talk
But when you get right down to it, no matter what you try
You deal the cards, give the wheel a spin
One day you might get over it but everybody knows
It's heads you lose and it's tails they win
Don't have too much to show for it, that's the way it goes
You roll the dice and they cash you in
Pinball, jukebox, money talks
Redskins, White Sox, money talks
Billboard, Cashbox, money talks

studies in time ond motion. . .
strategic haloween.
a movement to the left. . .
a movement to right in a glossy colour magazine.
and when we find a way to be true - money talks louder and louder
money talks down to the gutter.
little by little by little it hurts.
does anyone need confusion ?
must everyone pay this game.
diversion to the left,
diversion to the right and fighting's
not a children's game.
and when we find a way to be true. . .
money talks louder and louder
money talks down to the gutter
little by little it hurts.
oh there's something wrong about you. . .
something i should know.
if blind is not contagious,
then loosen up those minds.
but pressure to the left
and pressure to the right is common to our modern times.
and when we find a way to be true. . .

Tailored suits, chauffered cars Fine hotels and big
cigars Up for grabs, up for a price Where the red hot
girls keep on dancing through the night The claim is in
you The sights are on meSo what do you do That's
guaranteed Hey little girl, you want it
all The furs, the diamonds, the painting on the wall Come
on, come on, love me for the money Come on,
come on, listen to the moneytalkCome on, come on, love me
for the money Come on, come on, listen to the money talk
A French maid, foreign chef A big house with king
size bed You've had enough, you ship them outThe
dollar's up-down, you'd better buy the pound The
claim is on you The sights are on me So what do you
do That's guaranteed Hey little girl, you broke
the laws You hustle, you deal, you steal from us all Come
on, come on, love me for the money Come on,
come on. listen to the money talk Come on, come on,
love me for the money Come, come on, listen to the
moneytalk Money talks, yeah, yeah Money talks, B.S. walks
Money talks, come on, come on Come on, come on,
love me for the money Come on, come on, listen to the
money talk Come on, come on, love me for the moneyCome
on, come on, listen to the money talk Money talks,
money talk, talk, talk Hear it talk Yeah, yeah,

i don't care about your dreams of peace
i don't care about your please lord please
i don't care about your africa
i don't care about your ancestors
'cause money talks and i'm listening to the sound
money talks and it's the only sound that counts
i don't care about your truth to tell
i don't care about your heaven - hell
i don't care about your rock and roll
i don't care about your blues, jazz or soul
'cause money talks and i'm listening to the sound
money talks and it's the only sound that counts
money talks and i'm listening to the sound
money talks and it's the only sound that makes the world go round
i used to be like you ... faithful and true
i used to lend my helping hand to my fellow man
than one day it all broke up
that's the day when i woke up
i don't care about your other man
i don't care about your master plan
i don't care about your free the land
all i care is cash in hand
'cause money talks and i'm listening
money talks
money talks
money talks

from Money Talks soundtrack
Just Tim-baland, and Lil' Kim (na na nahh-nah)
Just Tim-baland, and Lil' Kim (uh, uh-huh, what)
Just Tim-baland, and Lil' Kim (na na nahh-nah)
Just Tim-baland, and Lil' Kim (uh, uh-huh, what)
Yo, yo yo yo, this joint is strictly for heavyweighters
not them playa haters, knahmsayin?
Cause in the Commission, you ask for permission to hit em, uhh
Verse One: Lil' Kim
My man Blake flew me to the Erie Lake
Introduced me to this heavyweighter, called hisself Drake
First mistake, Jesus piece was fake
But wait, he got singles in his cake, I ain't fuckin with him
Number one rule, always keep your cool, even though
you ain't a fool, and you see right through the nigga, how he figure?
If he holdin less than six
He gonna get the seven digits or visit, numbers in my Wizard?
Duke ain't even worth the space
Glass shoes and igloos put him dead in his place
Damn Blake, can't tell this cat is a snake?
I got 20/20 vision (uhh) funny money vision (uh-huh)
No dough, no show, dodo, that's a no-no
Just some famous words from the late Frank White
I blink right, if your bank tight
Duke wanted me to work for him, even flirt for him
Wear a short skirt for him, he don't know
I'ma end up hurtin him at the end of the day
Shit, I got bills to pay, and it ain't my fault
If money talk and bullshit walk, round one
Chorus: Andrea Martin
I'm in love wit ta mon, nearly twice my age
I want to give it up anyway, because it more pay
More time, more money, have it your way
(repeat 2X)
Know de money and the lovin is my style
Me a forget it tonight
Verse Two: Lil' Kim
Mmm... uhh, UHH, uhh, uhh
The play starts at 8:00, let's hit the venue
Invited his man, and some bitch named Kendall
Tried to style on em, shoes with the crocadile on em
But the nigga still was corny, he bore me
His preference was more sorta like soccer
Me, I do operas with the Mali and the vodka
out in Cali gettin proper, and I, betcha fifty
My whole commitee stay shitty ask Smitty with the Desert E's
One glance at the Benz-y make ya freeze
Please, I got a mil on these, whatchu talkin? I...
hate this nigga in the worst way
And I didn't wanna be here in the first place
But uhh, It's just vendetta for my man
Do anything for the fam, I'ma go along with the plan
Tryin hard not to throw him off
And I know he soft, when I cough, it's to cover up a lie
and the lie keep me full of empathy
So when I shit on this nigga, he gon' still pamper me
I see, this nigga ain't about nuttin, cause he keep frontin
He must be up to somethin, round em up, here I come
Uhhh
Chorus
Verse Three: Lil' Kim, Trife, Lil' Cease
As the evening winds down, I'm making sure
that my milli got rounds, plane ticket back to town, now
I picked the place, Umberto's of course it's
Italian where they confiscate, burners in they office
Metamorphis anywhere, any year, who dare
They the mob and they don't care, and I swear, while I'm
contemplatin thinkin about later
Here come the waiter with the phone in the tray, anyways
"Is there a Queen in the house?" How could he say this out his mouth?
I'm the only black chick with diamonds this thick, hopin
it's my nigga Blake C.
Cause sometimes these cat's like to fool you
Check it, let me school you
Remember when I said those niggaz robbed Leo
Rolled on him, stuck him up in the black Geo
They was creole, used to be a tight trio
Til one fled with the dough, what's his name? (Rio!)
I was a girlie lover, smooth undercover
Played they hoes in tight clothes like they was no other
Dumbin like the Jungle Brothers, til they caught me for my gems
All I'm sayin is what he did to me, do it to him, is you straight?
[Lil' Kim]
You late, duct tape and cable rope
Once I wrap it round his throat it's all she wrote, uhhhwha (oh oh)
nah nah nah nah (oh oh)
whookie whookie whooooo! (oh oh)
(oh oh oh) nah nah nah nah
(oh oh) wha!
(oh oh oh) nah nah nah nah (oh oh)
(oh oh oh) nah nah nah nah wha
[bullshit walks, money talks]
(oh oh oh) nah nah nah nah wha
[bullshit walks, money talks]
(oh oh oh) wha uh nah nah nah nah
[uh, gotta get that money man, moeny talks]
(oh oh oh) nah nah nah nah wha
[bullshit walks, money talks]
(oh oh oh) nah nah nah nah wha
[bullshit walks, money talks]
(oh oh oh) wha uh nah nah nah nah
[uh, gotta get that money man, moeny talks]

Money talks, it'll tell you a story
Money talks, says strange things
Money talks very loudly
You'd be surprised the friends you can buy with small change
They say it's the root of all evil
They say gold is the king
Money talks, you'd better believe it
All that gold don't mean a thing
Rich people, hear those pockets jingle
Spare change, hear the down-and-outers cry
Money talks, tip-toe up behind you
Steal what they can, off the cuff or on the sly
Money talks
Money talks
Money talks
Money talks

If you haven't heard
I'm an American hero
But an eagle's just a bird
I've found the cure (he's found the cure)
For all of this evil
But they won't hear a word
(...Capitalism is a paradox,
Democracy is an illusion,
And no one seems to notice.
It's time we re-define progress...)
When you take the path most taken
Your greed seems to be awakened
So take it from me
If you're ready to see
A better way to be
A cleaner way to breathe!
When you get the chance to leave
Please take me (oh please take me)
All your pills and all your medicine
Won't save you from
This life of empty innocence
If it's all you want!
(...If the people teaching us are bias, we're not learning
We're being trained to perpetuate this proletariat cliche...)
When you take the path most taken
Your greed seems to be awakened
So take it from me
If you're ready to see
A better way to be
A cleaner way to breathe!
When you get the chance to leave
Please take me (oh please take me)
All your pills and all your medicine
Won't save you from
This life of empty innocence
If it's all you want!
When you get the chance to leave
Please take me
Oh please take me
(I can't breathe)
I want to know what it's like
What it's like to breathe
Without lungs like these
Lungs like these
If you haven't heard
I'm an American hero
But an eagle's just a bird
I've found the cure (he's found the cure)
For all of this evil
But they won't hear a word

Money talks these days and everybody listens
We're whipping out our wallets trying to but what we're missing
Money screams out ";I need a slave";
I'm just trying to find some worker to dig my grave
Everybody's listening, everybody's listening, all those eyes are glistening
I need more, a little more, in a little while
I say those???
Machines?
I'm just trying to find somebody to pay my bail
Money screams is says ";My soul's for sale";
Everybody's listening, everybody's listening, all those eyes are glistening
I need a maid to pick up my mess, help me in the morning, help me get dressed
I'll pay you when I get paid, I'll pay you when I get paid
Money talks these days, money talks these days
What you gonna do when the criminal says ";Your money or your life";?
(Not used?)
I need more, I'm bored, shine my shoes, wax my floor
Mew father of our powerful land of the free
I ain't doing nothing, I'll just jire someone to do it for me
No matter how small George gets he'll still talk louder than you
Dollars shrieking ";Ha, ha, ha jokes's on you";
End everybody's listening, all those eyes are glistening
Rich bored, blind, and lone, better buy me a wife
I'm saving up everything to buy me a knife

(Silkk Tha Shocker)
Money talk and uhh cash rules
I bout to get dollars so us act a fool, now
What huh, what huh, what huh, what, yo, yo, yo, yo
(Silkk Tha Shocker)
Verse: 1
I use to flip birds, now I just flip words
When cops come to get me,
it's because some shit that they heard
Like I'm out to get dough
Like I'm out to get mo
Hacking like 6 to the 4
Like 6 double 0, like
Four, or either two doors
Money no like C to the E O
Oh I forgot like ju don't know
Like I'm out to get cream
Like fiend I just don't fuck around
Just bust around
Till niggas get the fuck out of town
I wanted the house, so I got the house
I wanted the car, so I got me the car
Don't start, cause no heart is what got me this far
I the type of nigga that don't give a fuck
Just walked up and laughed at the cop
Type of nigga to go up in traffic
and start blastin the glock
Rap's still down, C huh, pass me the rocks
I don't be playing it serious
I'm actually looked after he shot
It's no love, for y'all 16 bullets
Four slugs peace, ain't no bigger thugs than me and C
So you got the mightious touch,
for all the records you sold
Like nope, mad fuck em got touch nigga, just went gold
I'm like a drug dealer,
I hold nothing less than a quarter
This is my last. last year I was just testing the water
Five to the 0 4 nigga, yo that's my hood
Any fool gotta make this much
I just that good
Money talk and uhh cash rules
I bout to get dollars so us act a fool, now
Get money, make money, get money,
get money, make money, get money, make money
(C-Murder)
Verse: 2
Money, money make the world spin like tops
and two glocks for the motherfuckers we suing my rocks
It's like the movies,
niggas using uzi's wishing for peace
But instead they ducking bullets and the niggas that pull it
You reconsidered, cause I'm bitter,
dumping weapons like litter
After I blast you motherfuckers,
and the niggas that with ya (fool)
A come up is a come up
Haters please don't run up
Or get done up at sun up, cause I never put my gun up (nigga)
Cash rules, it's like possessing my mind
I do a crime and did the time, still hustling for mind
A bitch gotta floss, and I gotta be the boss
Fake niggas getting tossed, cause money talks
(Fiend)
Verse: 3
Well I'm that whompter, Fiendy, want fetachini
cabbage to the collard greeny
Shocker clean, he se me rockin up my dream as genies
Wanna cream me, so I had to join his tightest teamy
Seventeen, survivor meet the 3rd Ward Bossalinie
No such terms as let me when we all got plenty
Walking em skinny, cause I never over-looked a penny
Money talks, my whomps, whomps
The ATM, don't play with him,
his money make the dikes wanna lay with him
Lyrical liquid paper spitting stones for cluckers wages
Finally, on Decatur, serving jumbos just like a waiter
C uhh, Murder and Silkk, they pay us for our trouble
He maded that platinum go double
That's why money talks
Chorus
Aiyyo, money talks like most bitches
Sometimes I don't no what to do with these riches
This paper, is just like my misses
All day, fulfilling my wishes
Did ya heard me
We look for money, money never look for us
C-Murder, Bossalinie of the rap industry
Fiend, Mr. Whomp Whomp, excited prices, deep yacht Jones
Silkk Tha Shocker, Vito, Da 504 Boyz
Take those
No Limit soldiers, till the world blow up by ???

Intro: Busta Rhymes
Yeah , see , see , nowadays , young niggas get alot of money
See the fact is that young niggas is self employed now
We livin in a time frame where it's all big business
We gotta understand that the young niggas is runnin big business
This is how we gon do it , check it out
[Busta Rhymes]
Before I sing another song (ha)
Nigga owe me money I take away your belonging (ha)
No prolonging (hoo)
Till you give me my money you see me every mornin (ha)
Got somethin wicked for all the niggas you callin (ha)
Fuck with the stallin (ha)
Split a nigga till his shit leave him a little boy (hoo)
Watch a nigga crawlin (ha)
Pay my money or you better keep you hall in (ha)
Dig up on my get money niggas so keep fallin (ha)
Cheers makin you happy keepin your bubble pourin (ha)
Gettin money on corners or even if you tourin (hoo)
Older cats used to do the big money scorin
Now they once upon time money niggas who start fallin (hoo)
CHORUS: Busta Rhymes
Niggas wanna analyze my money like a hawk
Money talks , bullshit won't
Alotta jealous niggas wanna see me outlined in chalk
Money talks , bullshit won't
Flipmode get money stay holdin down the fort
Money talks , bullshit won't
Bless every livin soul we got playin the money sport
Money talks , bullshit won't
[Rampage]
I work so hard to get what I got , number one spot
Now I'm hot hot hot
(what what)
I'm hot hot hot
(what what)
I'm hot hot hot , yeah
Mansion and a yacht , baby blue Nav in the lot
Ice on my hands , I got future plans , travelin to distant lands
A hundred G cash , money comin out my ass , first to first class
Now I'm a rap nigga livin like fast
Keep my enemies close , watch what I gross
That's why I pack my toast , nowadays cats adios , uno , dos
Yoy fall off and you can't come back
You get the hit single , your album sound wack
I give you the leeway , you sound like us , rock like us
Squad like us , yeah
CHORUS
[Rah Digga]
Niggas killin me , talkin that hope you don't change shit
Hell yeah bitch , from the door I get on some mad gear shit
Type vibe carry studs in my ear shit
Who the fuck type yellin , say crud sellin
Ain't said hi in years think I'ma pay they bail and
The 9-8 people get this right
I be a diamond in the rough like the Arabian Night
Goin after ends , only keepin friends
Makin they own moves , drivin they own Benz
I'm supposed to change you just didn't
Stuck in low income homes blamin Clinton
Bitch like me , gon rock till my last batch of breath
With a grade full of ASCAP checks
CHORUS
Corporate niggas want my money gotta take me to court(addition)
[Spliff Star]
Yo
Spliff doin things , pursuin things , I'm gettin money
Chop the hand off the man who try to take from me
My guns go POW from Brook to Moscow
Tear a hole in your biddad for messin wit my triddad
Stack ones into lump sums you know the motto
See me on your block with Black Rob throwin bottles
I'ma a hard act to follow , love girls that swallow
So crazy I don't know where I'ma be at tomorrow
Yeah , I heard that money talks so I wrote this commentary
Every move that I make for sure is monetary
Our squad legendary , I'ma bump it till you hear me
Spliff doin love scenes on big screens with Halle Berry
Outro: Busta Rhymes
Ahee hee hee hee hee
See , it's a serious serious serious thing now
Big business , allows young niggas , to comfortably eat
Every motherfucking day now , ahee hee hee hee , aight
Struggle process is now kept to a minimum , ahee hee hee
Yeah , I think I'm about to go buy me a couple of motherfucking sneakers , a
couple bags of weed , a motherfucking 500S98CL version
And a couple of bitches , ah ha ha ha ha ha

Just Tim-baland, and Lil' Kim (na na nahh-nah)
Just Tim-baland, and Lil' Kim (uh, uh-huh, what)
Just Tim-baland, and Lil' Kim (na na nahh-nah)
Just Tim-baland, and Lil' Kim (uh, uh-huh, what)
Yo, yo yo yo, this joint is strictly for heavyweighters
not them playa haters, knahmsayin?
Cause in the Commission, you ask for permission to hit em, uhh
[Verse One: Lil' Kim]
My man Blake flew me to the Erie Lake
Introduced me to this heavyweighter, called hisself Drake
First mistake, Jesus piece was fake
But wait, he got singles in his cake, I ain't fuckin with him
Number one rule, always keep your cool, even though
you ain't a fool, and you see right through the nigga, how he figure?
If he holdin less than six
He gonna get the seven digits or visit, numbers in my Wizard?
Duke ain't even worth the space
Glass shoes and igloos put him dead in his place
Damn Blake, can't tell this cat is a snake?
I got 20/20 vision (uhh) funny money vision (uh-huh)
No dough, no show, dodo, that's a no-no
Just some famous words from the late Frank White
I blink right, if your bank tight
Duke wanted me to work for him, even flirt for him
Wear a short skirt for him, he don't know
I'ma end up hurtin him at the end of the day
Shit, I got bills to pay, and it ain't my fault
If money talk and bullshit walk, round one
[Chorus: Andrea Martin]
I'm in love wit ta mon, nearly twice my age
I want to give it up anyway, because it more pay
More time, more money, have it your way
[repeat 2X]
Know de money and the lovin is my style
Me a forget it tonight
[Verse Two: Lil' Kim]
Mmm... uhh, UHH, uhh, uhh
The play starts at 8:00, let's hit the venue
Invited his man, and some bitch named Kendall
Tried to style on em, shoes with the crocadile on em
But the nigga still was corny, he bore me
His preference was more sorta like soccer
Me, I do operas with the Mali and the vodka
out in Cali gettin proper, and I, betcha fifty
My whole commitee stay shitty ask Smitty with the Desert E's
One glance at the Benz-y make ya freeze
Please, I got a mil on these, whatchu talkin? I...
hate this nigga in the worst way
And I didn't wanna be here in the first place
But uhh, It's just vendetta for my man
Do anything for the fam, I'ma go along with the plan
Tryin hard not to throw him off
And I know he soft, when I cough, it's to cover up a lie
and the lie keep me full of empathy
So when I shit on this nigga, he gon' still pamper me
I see, this nigga ain't about nuttin, cause he keep frontin
He must be up to somethin, round em up, here I come
Uhhh
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: Lil' Kim, Trife, Lil' Cease]
As the evening winds down, I'm making sure
that my milli got rounds, plane ticket back to town, now
I picked the place, Umberto's of course it's
Italian where they confiscate, burners in they office
Metamorphis anywhere, any year, who dare
They the mob and they don't care, and I swear, while I'm
contemplatin thinkin about later
Here come the waiter with the phone in the tray, anyways
"Is there a Queen in the house?" How could he say this out his mouth?
I'm the only black chick with diamonds this thick, hopin
it's my nigga Blake C.
Cause sometimes these cat's like to fool you
Check it, let me school you
Remember when I said those niggaz robbed Leo
Rolled on him, stuck him up in the black Geo
They was creole, used to be a tight trio
Til one fled with the dough, what's his name? (Rio!)
I was a girlie lover, smooth undercover
Played they hoes in tight clothes like they was no other
Dumbin like the Jungle Brothers, til they caught me for my gems
All I'm sayin is what he did to me, do it to him, is you straight?
[Lil' Kim]
You late, duct tape and cable rope
Once I wrap it round his throat it's all she wrote, uhhhwha (oh oh)
nah nah nah nah (oh oh)
whookie whookie whooooo! (oh oh)
(oh oh oh) nah nah nah nah
(oh oh) wha!
(oh oh oh) nah nah nah nah (oh oh)
(oh oh oh) nah nah nah nah wha
bullshit walks, money talks
(oh oh oh) nah nah nah nah wha
bullshit walks, money talks
(oh oh oh) wha uh nah nah nah nah
uh, gotta get that money man, moeny talks
(oh oh oh) nah nah nah nah wha
bullshit walks, money talks
(oh oh oh) nah nah nah nah wha
bullshit walks, money talks
(oh oh oh) wha uh nah nah nah nah
uh, gotta get that money man, moeny talks

Yeow! Tailored suits, chaufeured cars, Fine hotels and big cigars
Up for grabs, all for a price, Where the red hot girls keep on
dancin' through the night.
he claim is on you, the sights are on me, So what do you do, that's
guaranteed? Hey little girl, you want it all, The furs, the diamonds
the paintings on the wall.
Come on, come on, lovin' for the money,
Come on , come on, listen to the money talk /
/repeated twice
A French maid, foreign chef, A big house, with kingsize beds.
You had enough, you ship 'em out, The dollar's up, down, you
better buy the pound. The claim is on you, the sights are on me,
So what do you do? That's guaranteed, Hey litt
le girl, you break
the laws, You hustle, you deal, you steal from us all
Come on etc...
Money talks, Yeah! (solo)
come on, etc
money talks, talks, talks, Oh, here it comes, yeah, yeah, yeah!
Money talk!
'Pure, bloody poetry :-)'
Ripped of 'The best of AC/DC ' 'TAB' book
sveini

Show me a man who says he can live without bread
And I'll show you a man who's a liar and in debt.
There's no one alive who can't be purchased or enticed
There's no man alive who wouldn't sell for a price,
Money talks and we're the living proof,
There ain't no limit to what money can do
Money talks, money talks.
Money can't breathe and money can't see,
But when I pull out a fiver people listen to me.
Money can't run and money can't walk,
But when I write out a cheque I swear to God I hear money talk.
Money talks and, baby, when you've been bought
You pay attention everytime money talks.
Money talks, money talks.
Money talks and there's no doubt about it
Money talks and we can't live without it,
What's the point of living unless you've got money?
I just couldn't function without money.
Money talks, money talks,
Money talks, money talks.
Show me an upright respected man
And I'll have him licking my boots when I put money in his hand.
It rots your heart, it gets to your soul,
Before you know where you are you're a slave to the green gold.
Money talks and we're the living proof
There ain't no limit to what money can do.
Money talks you out of your self-respect,
The more you crave it the cheaper you get.
Money talks, money talks.
Money buys you time and people listen,
Money can buy a smile and make life worth living.
If you're ugly money can improve you.
I just couldn't face the world without mazuma.

I was young and healthy, extremely wealthy
I swung in the trees and did as I pleased
I thought I was rich, oh yeah
Such sweet seduction, I could feel the suction
Greasing my palm and doing no harm
Just making some deals, what a bitch
Money talks to me yeah, whispers in my ear
Gives me everything I want, everything I want
I had rising stock so I got more pockets
I knew where to stick it where no one could nick it
I kinda went private and then, aha
Such sweet seclusion, no more intrusion
Too much food on my plate but there's guards at the gate
Such joy I could almost die of it, yeah
Money talks to me, oh yeah, lays it on the line
Oh, gives me everything I want, everything I want
Money goes to money, yes it always returns
Finds its way back to the big house where it lives all alone
Wraithlike silent partners, operators of the system
Give words of quiet assurance to an otherwise healthy victim
Oh, it's all coming back to me
I would swing in the trees and I'd swim in the ocean
I used to show some emotion
Wasn't to blame, I feel no shame
The structure was shaking, was there for the taking
I had the resources, but then, oh no
Someone outbid me, I can't take it with me?
Then I will devour it, I can't go without it
It's simply a question of market forces
Money talks to me, it whispers in my ear
Gives me everything I want, oh yeah
Money talks to me, laughs right in my face
Gives me everything I want, everything I want

Money don't grow on a money tree
The more you take, even less for me
Money don't buy what you really need
It make an iceman cry, make a stone man bleed
But when you get right down to it, no matter who you are
It rules your life like a virgin queen
One day you might get over it but in the meantime
It rules the world like a green machine
In the bank, in a box, money talks
In the black, on the rocks, money talks, money talks
Money don't lose in the money game
It drags you down like a ball and chain
So money don't come with a guarantee
It make a fool of you, it make a fool of me
But when you get right down to it, no matter what you say
It ties you down but it can set you free, yeah
Some day you might get over it but in the meantime
It burns you up in the first degree
Moscow, Bangkok, money talk
Park Lane, Boardwalk, money talk
But when you get right down to it, no matter what you try
You deal the cards, give the wheel a spin
One day you might get over it but everybody knows
It's heads you lose and it's tails they win, yeah
Don't have too much to show for it, that's the way it goes
You roll the dice and they cash you in
Pinball, jukebox, money talks
Redskins, White Sox, money talks

Money talks, it'll tell you a story
Money talks, says strange things
Money talks very loudly
You'd be surprised the friends you can buy with small change
They say it's the root of all evil
They say gold is the king
Money talks, you'd better believe it
All that gold don't mean a thing
Rich people, hear those pockets jingle
Spare change, hear the down-and-outers cry
Money talks, tip-toe up behind you
Steal what they can, off the cuff or on the sly
Money talks
Money talks
Money talks

(Myles Goodwyn)
Published by Northern Goody Two Tunes, Ltd./CAPAC - ASCAP
I work so hard just to get along
Before I know it, all the money's gone
I do my best just to make headway
And save some money for a rainy day
If money talks, it's not talkin' to me, if money talks, I said
If money talks, it's not talkin' to me, if money talks
If money can talk, let's talk
If money can talk, we should talk, talk about it
If money can talk, let's talk
If money can talk, we should talk
I find it rough just to pay the rent
Before I know it all the money's spent
I work hard and toe the line
And learn to take one day at a time
If money talks, it's not talkin' to me, if money talks, I said
If money talks, it's not talkin' to me, if money talks
If money can talk, let's talk
If money can talk, we should talk, talk about it
If money can talk, let's talk
If money can talk, let's talk
We pay our taxes just like they say
And man it hurts to give the money away
A penny saved, a penny earned
You do your best, and you still get burned
If money talks, it's not talkin' to me, if money talks, I said
If money talks, it's not talkin' to me, if money talks
I work so hard, just like you (just like you)
But someday things'll change
If money can talk, this is it
If money can talk, let's talk
If money can talk, we should talk, talk about it
If money can talk, let's talk

The lyrics for MoneyTalks by AC/DC from The Razors Edge
MONEYTALKS
(Young, Young)
Yeow! Tailored suits, chaufeured cars, Fine hotels and big cigars
Up for grabs, all for a price, Where the red hot girls keep on
dancin' through the night.
he claim is on you, the sights are on me, So what do you do, that's
guaranteed? Hey little girl, you want it all, The furs, the diamonds
the paintings on the wall.
Come on, come on, lovin' for the money,
Come on , come on, listen to the money talk /
/repeated twice
A French maid, foreign chef, A big house, with kingsize beds.
You had enough, you ship 'em out, The dollar's up, down, you
better buy the pound. The claim is on you, the sights are on me,
So what do you do? That's guaranteed, Hey litt
le girl, you break
the laws, You hustle, you deal, you steal from us all
Come on etc...
Money talks, Yeah! (solo)
come on, etc
money talks, talks, talks, Oh, here it comes, yeah, yeah, yeah!
Money talk!
"Pure, bloody poetry :-)"
Ripped of "The best of AC/DC " "TAB" book

Make money money
Make money money money
(Make money money
Make money money money)
[VERSE 1: Sugar Ray]
The money talks, and everything's about money, without a question
So if you're not holdin, then get to steppin
Cause nowadays it's hard with no money to stay alive
Some people might do anything, it goes with the will to survive
But just as long as your pockets are full of dough, it's all good
And that's the way it is inside the hood
My mind is on my money, yo, and I don't have a second to waste
I'm workin hard tryin to save and fill up my safe
Before I die, I want a mansion and a Lamborghini
A bank account so fat that Donald Trump would wanna be me
I got my mind made up, and nothin's gonna change how I feel
Cause ooh-wee, I love money
[VERSE 2: B.K.]
Yo, life ain't nothin but snitches and dough
Ain't got no love for a snitch, but I love me some cash flow
I like to keep my pockets swollen
My bank account stack real fat, and my little stash pot holdin
Cause yo, I'm all about ends
Cause when I had no ends, I had no friends, and no type of skins
With no dollars I had to strive, I even tried
(What?) To go out, and get me a 9 to 5
But now a brother got grands
And peoples be like fams
"Hey yo, B.K., yeah, that's my man!"
I guess that's how that shit goes
(Aight) But from the nine on I'ma let you know
Yo, I'm gettin money
[VERSE 3: Sugar Ray]
They say that m-o-n-e-y's the root of all evil, but I can't tell
I know this brother now that's livin swell
He's got the finest women in the world you ever saw
Ridin all on is dick and damn near knockin down his door
I guess that goes along with havin dough, and yo, it's funny
Cause no one never knew my man until he had some money
But now he drives a Lexus and he's got more bacon than Michael Jordan
So people treat him like he's important
And it's good to see that, cause I believe that
A person gettin lucci, get the props he deserves without feedback
But dig, be smart about the way you choose to use it
And spend your money wisely, or you could lose it
Yeah
Double X back in the house gettin g-money
You know what I'm sayin?
I'm Sugar Ray, And I wanna say peace
To my Strong Peoples the Coalition out there in Killtown

I work so hard just to get along
Before I know it, all the money's gone
I do my best just to make headway
And save some money for a rainy day
If money talks, it's not talkin' to me, if money talks, I said
If money talks, it's not talkin' to me, if money talks
If money can talk, let's talk
If money can talk, we should talk, talk about it
If money can talk, let's talk
If money can talk, we should talk
I find it rough just to pay the rent
Before I know it all the money's spent
I work hard and toe the line
And learn to take one day at a time
If money talks, it's not talkin' to me, if money talks, I said
If money talks, it's not talkin' to me, if money talks
If money can talk, let's talk
If money can talk, we should talk, talk about it
If money can talk, let's talk
If money can talk, let's talk
We pay our taxes just like they say
And man it hurts to give the money away
A penny saved, a penny earned
You do your best, and you still get burned
If money talks, it's not talkin' to me, if money talks, I said
If money talks, it's not talkin' to me, if money talks
I work so hard, just like you (just like you)
But someday things'll change
If money can talk, this is it
If money can talk, let's talk
If money can talk, we should talk, talk about it
If money can talk, let's talk

The game I play now, is the only way out
For your small, pompous, silly, stupid brain
The values you learned from your parents are wrong
Live's mazes are created for you - my friend
Take my hand, I'll show you the right way out
There is only onelight, through this deep white fog
Feel the truth in these words
It's the way money talks
Of all the ideas you have learned so far
Forget those lies bringing us to war
Elections are nice while the puppets keep smiling
Like monkeys look happy when feeding has started
Take my hand, I'll show you the right way out
There is only onelight, through this deep white fog
Feel the truth in these words
It's the way money talks
Now you have too many decisions to make
How will you decide what to do?
You walk in a circle with no destination
Insanity begins to take over your soul
Take my hand, I'll show you the right way out
There is only onelight, through this silent sound
Feel the truth in these words
It's the way money talks
Be one of thousands or be one of us
Who controls these souls
The only bible and the only belief,

Somebody hassles you try giving them a ten
They'll probably never bother you again
Because money talks and people listen
To get rich is the American ambition
Money talks and people listen
To get ahead and get some more
That's what this country was built upon
And all it seems to stand for
So capitalism makes you free?
This is no democracy
We have no humanity
Not in this society
The disease of greed affects us,
I think it always has
Because nothing talks louder
Than cold, hard cash
We only care about how we can get more
This country has no use for anyone who's poor
The American dream completes the scheme
Exploit the poor without remorse
Social barriers, we lie to hide