text: Some people say its folly, but Id rather have the lolly
  With money, you can make a smash
  There is nothing quite as wonderful as money, money, money, money
  There is nothing like a newly minted pound
  Everyone must hanker for the butchness of a banker
  Its accountancy that makes the world go round, round, round, round
  You can keep your Marxist ways, for its only just a phase
  Money, money, money makes the world go round 
  Monte Carlo, big sharks on my ankles 
  I drape out all my broads, Cartier bangles 
  I go military boys with the angles 
  Gotta upgrade the stars outer space for me 
  Lotta blue cash in a rubber band 
  Mount it up her ass, she in Barbie land 
  Tropicana diamonds, rock em by the tens 
  Im just drinkin Act, Kurt Cobain 
  Money on your dawg and go bust his brains 
  Leave him on the sidewalk like he gettin a tan 
  I grow micro-soft drinkin oxygen 
  Bitch, I been a boss since a god damn kid 
  Hop out on the block with a AK, make him do the cha-cha-cha 
  I rode the Dropbox with your bae and I got my rocks off, woo
  She sucked the socks off of me and they was Gucci 
  I bent her over in the Bentley Spur and I didnt eat her coochie
  Im livin life as a pimp 
  Ill put a bitch on your shrimp 
  Im high in the sky like a blimp 
  Ooh, Ill cop a Rolls Royce first attempt 
  Whats the definition of real? Yeah, yeah, yeah
  When you kneel, yeah, yeah, yeah
  You just showin you steal, yeah, yeah, yeah
  Yeah 
  Monte Carlo, big sharks on my ankles 
  I drape out all my broads, Cartier bangles 
  I go military boys with the angles 
  Gotta upgrade the stars outer space for me 
  Lotta blue cash in a rubber band 
  Mount it up her ass, she in Barbie land 
  Tropicana diamonds, rock em by the tens 
  Im just drinkin Act, Kurt Cobain 
  Fresh to death, Gucci on my tomb
  My chopper sing, it need autotune
  Bad bitch in my hotel room
  Take a perky right before we fuck, then act a fool
  Sad money, I got blue face diamonds
  Im at the top and Im gonna keep on climbin
  I got a gun on my hip, no silence
  I want these niggas to hear the violence
  Momma told me, Dont trust nobody
  Damn, momma, you seen it coming
  Thats why I dont keep this heat for nothin
  Try me, then youre gettin one
  Plus one and a couple more, uh
  30 shots when I am all done
  Right, right? Did I do the math right?
  Stomp em out, wrath in my Rafs, feel my wrath
  Monte Carlo, big sharks on my ankles 
  I drape out all my broads, Cartier bangles 
  I go military boys with the angles 
  Gotta upgrade the stars outer space for me 
  Lotta blue cash in a rubber band 
  Mount it up her ass, she in Barbie land 
  Tropicana diamonds, rock em by the tens 
  Im just drinkin Act, Kurt Cobain
  Money, money, money makes the–
  Money, money, money makes the–
  Money, money, money makes the world go round
  Money, money, money, money
  Money, money, money, money
  Money