• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Minkions - Bulldozer
• Money - Gonzoe
• Mona - Iguanas
• Mine - Ghinzu
• Mannequins - Ace Augustine

The hall has been crowded, they are checking the lights
A gaggle of children excited tonight
I'm drunk, I'm bored, I don't want to stay
Babies and chicks, who's making that noise?
The sound of a roost, I don't hear a voice
Cackle gets loud, the band's gonna play
Looking to the stage I see some "Minkions" dancing
I drain another beer... I don't like their cool faces
They play the rotten guys, they are just "cool" and "romantic"
A good fraud for the fans who seek the "look neglected"
Here Minkions
Here you got: Minkions
You can touch: Minkions
You can love: Minkions, Minkions' band!
The show is very boirng, I just want to sleep
While babies together are singing their hit
The sound of a church, I listen... they pray
Worship the Minkions, their gods for tonight
Moshin' new fashion, they play the rough fight
Minkions agree, that's their good way
Gig's near to the end, that's gonna stop my nightmare
Groopies are gettin' wet, they are moving to the backstage
Minkions are too tired, the roadies substitute them
Their manager decides, they cannot touch their fan girls
There: Minkions
There they sleep: Minkions
You can't touch: Minkions
You can't love: Minkions
You can't get: Minkions
You can't see: Minkions
Cause they sleep: Minkions
Cause they are: Minkions

(Moola)
Money!
Money!
Haha!
Uh, who is it?
It's Gonzoe!!
[Verse 1: Gonzoe]
We in this for the cash right here
feel this here
this my year
year of years
khakis to Cordiers
they hittin me up nigga
now I juss stare
ice up
smash out
hittin no fear
on the same spot I cracked up
my first 5 dollars
same steez-aline, now wit out the poppin collars
everything bubbled out
dash board, pull it out
girls in the backseat runnin they mouth
switch up, shut up
kiss my boo before she nut up
spittin it all juss tryin to get some cut up
floatin
somebody rollin a blunt
somebody chokin
somebody pass the blunt
constantly smokin
the life, of a young tycoon
roll up green
pop X and lace 'em
an this life I lead I ain't set
if I ain't got a whip wit a grip or the woman I slip.
Come on.
[Chorus: Val Young & Gonzoe]
(Come on, come on)
Money, Money, Money!
(Westside! Eastside!)
Don't you know that we.... need the paper?
(get it, get it, come on)
(yeah)
Money, Money, Money!
(uh, uh)
(what?!)
(Ritzy, Yukmeez)
[Verse 2: Yukmouth]
I rock
I rock a
afros, corn rows
mouth full of golds
young hustla hoppin outta Range Rove's
fully equipped wit TV's and videos
playin Jet Motto
sip X-O
a ghetto superstara
livin life like there's no tomorrow
hit the spot in Godfather convertable ???
smokin gonja
from January 1st to Kwanza
up in the Bahammas
racin jet skis screamin "Cowabunga!"
top of the world
yup me and my potnas
Smoke-A-Lot, Regime
20 a casa
skiddin through the islands
be the first to bust
grab on my nuts
scream in cuts
then I smoke the famous weed wit Dutch
wit no crutch
my Lex got stick shift wit no clutch
push a button on the back of the steerin wheel and skee-skirt like Starsky
and Hutch
Young Ritzy and Yuk
quickly bust they enemies
get cheese like Vito Genevies
nigga please
the new era Regime
make 'em bow down kiss they ring
do they thing
from here to Beijing
stop hatin
the shot calla
that pop collars
before I get yo ass wit the Rotwilers.
[Gonzoe]
Yeah we in it
hit the spot
how much money you got?
Show an tell nigga
doin all the big figgas yeah!
An get... money, money, money!
Westside! Eastside!
(Don't you know that we.... need the paper?)
Get it, got to have it baby, come on
(Money, Money, Money!)
it belongs to me
(From the hood, to the corner, and the playa)
Come on.
(Money, Money, Money!)
Westside, Eastside!
(To the playas on the streets, got to get them g's)
What?
Regime, come on.
[Verse 3: Gonzoe]
Nigga we on some gangsta shit
Young Ritz, throw yo drank up
fire that dank up
tell them girls any lie you can think of
we finna get fucked
we pervin
off nade
and the Alazae workin
who searchin for a stiff who wanna follow
and I voulen-teer
wrap yo lips around my stuff like a bottle
here
I shake it, and take it
and take it
you suckas can't make it
cover it wit hatred
capitol punishment
make you taste it
break down the mind of a Manson
cuz they basic, no care
to my right hand
swear to bear arms
bust fo my loved ones
an trust none
got money an funds
I call upon an worship
more evil than good, I fully work it
shots in ???
the world go perfect wit dolla bills
my wounds can't heal fool
my world too real fo dolla bills.
[Chorus]
Money, Money, Money!
(Westside! Eastside!)
Don't you know that we.... need the paper?
(Gotta get it an spend it!)
Money, Money, Money!
(Come on, come on, come on!)
For the hood
the corner
and the playa
(Yeah tell 'em Val!)
Money, Money, Money!
(Get money, come on!)
Playas on the streets, gotta get them G's.
(What?!)
(Come on!)
(Shake it!)
Come on! [x7]
Ha!! Haaahaaa!

I say hey, Mona
Oh, Mona
I say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Mona
Oh, Mona
I tell you Mona what I wanna do
I'll build a house next door to you
Can I see you sometimes?
We can blow kisses through the blinds
Yeah can I out come out on the front
And listen to my heart go bumpety bump
I need you baby that's no lie
Without your love I'd surely die
I say hey, Mona
Oh, Mona
I say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Mona
Oh, Mona
I say hey, hey Mona
Oh, Mona
I say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Mona
Oh, Mona
I tell you Mona what I wanna do
I'm gonna build a house next door to you
Can I see you sometime?
We can blow kisses through the blinds
Yeah can I out come out on the front
And listen to my heart go bumpety bump
I need you baby that's no lie
Without your love I'd surely die
I say hey, hey Mona
Oh, Mona
I say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Mona

'ey man
Nice shoes
Nice car
nice rock
you got a nice girl too
and this one could be mine
I'm gonna take her from you
I'm gonna take her from you
'ey gentleman
nice suits
nice desk
nice situation
you got a nice wife too
now this one could be mine
I'm gonna take her from you
I'm gonna take her from you
Hey president
Nice country
Nice cities
Nice clouds
You got a nice army too
And this, it could be mine
I'm gonna take it from you

Display window mannequins parade down the street paved
with conformity.
Each individual stands out in the mirror and yet blends
with this mixed crowd.
Dead in the mirror, step into this life.
Even your reflection, can't look and say, "You're just
as lovely on the inside."
Oh why don't you understand, that you are not these
people.
So paint yourself with gold, and make a habit of being
alone.
We're monsters, turned out by the machine, fabricated
by society.
We get by, on our own greed, we've lost our own
identity.
You're alone in this world.
There's nothing on this earth that can save you now.
If all you're looking for are flaws you'll find them.
If all you want is change, you'll get it.
Can I write a beginning for the helpless and give a
beat to the heartless?
Can I save myself and those beside me? Can I save
anyone?
Crack the plastic molds, make room for growth.
I know I'm a sinner, but God knows it's time to wake
Oh why can't you understand, that you are not these
people.
So paint yourself with gold, and make a habit of being
alone.
We're monsters, turned out by the machine, fabricated
by society.
We get by, on our own greed, we've lost our own
identity.
There's nothing here that makes you worthy.
There's nothing worthy that you have left.
This filth is making it hard to breathe.