Money， Cash， Hoes(Album Version|Edited) - Jay-Z

Money, Cash, Hoes (钱，现金，美女) - Jay-Z (杰斯)/DMX
Written by：DMX/JAY-Z/Kasseem Dean
Turn the lights all the way down
So make me flow
J A Y I flow sick
F**k all y'all haters blow dick
I spits the game for those that throw bricks
Money cash hoes money cash chicks
Sex murder and mayhem romance for the street
Only wife of mines is a life of crime
And since life's a b**ch in mini skirts and big chests
How can I not flirt with death
That's life's enigma long as life's within us
We gonna sin a lot and pray that christ forgive us
F**k it
Ice the wrists and raise the price on these *s
Y'all can't floss on my level
I'll invite you all to get with us if your ball is glitter
When I go all the harlem playas wall my picture
If you get close enough you can read the scripture
It reads money cash hoes how real was that ni**a
Money cash hoes money cash hoes what
Money cash hoes money cash hoes uhh
Money cash hoes money cash hoes c'mon
What what what
Money cash hoes money cash hoes what
Money cash hoes money cash hoes uhh
Money cash hoes money cash hoes c'mon
What what what
Flavors robust platinum and gold touch
Yeah I rap now fast money done slowed up
*s try to stop Jay Z to no luck
Roc a fella foreva ceo what what
Us the villains f**k your feelings
While y'all player hate we in the upper millions
What's the dealings it's like New York's been soft
Ever since snoop came through and crushed the buildings
I'm trying to restore the feelings f**k the law keep dealing
More money more cash more chilling
I know they gonna criticize the hook on this song
Like I give a f**k i'm just a crook on this song
Bed stuy brook nam took on the world
Sh*t I led a life you can write a book on
Sex murder and mayhem romance for the street
Man and I tell ya it'll be the best seller
Money cash hoes money cash hoes what
Money cash hoes money cash hoes uhh
Money cash hoes money cash hoes c'mon
What what what
Money cash hoes money cash hoes what
Money cash hoes money cash hoes uhh
Money cash hoes money cash hoes c'mon
What what what
D m x and my dogs bite
Jigga my ni**a rhyme all night
Thugs for life one night with this rap sh*t
Let em go and I bet they know what'll happen
When we clap sh*t
Actin like we owe em something
Then we show em something
Talking greasy I think they found em down the road or something wooh
F**kin with a madman in a bad mood
Is like f**kin with a mad dog that wasn't fed food
And the only thing that's stoppin him is you
Cause the only thing that he'll be droppin is you what
Choppin in two uhh droppin it to clue c'mon
And the response from the street
This was one dog that loves raw meat
Just cause I love my *s
I shed blood for my *s
Let a ni**a holler where my *s
All I'mma hear is right here my ni**a
Money cash hoes money cash hoes what
Money cash hoes money cash hoes uhh
Money cash hoes money cash hoes c'mon
What what what
Money cash hoes money cash hoes what
Money cash hoes money cash hoes uhh
Money cash hoes money cash hoes c'mon
What what what
Rocafella sh*t
Pa pause
My *s swizz