Money, Cash, Hoes Lyrics – Jay-Z

Money, Cash, Hoes Lyrics by Jay-Z

Turn the lights all the
Turn the lights all the way down
What, uh-huh yeah
(Uh)

Come on (gr)
Come on yeah come on
Yo, yo
J-A-Y, I flow sick

f#ck 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#tch 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 gon’ sin a lot and pray that Christ forgive us
f#ck it!
Ice the wrist and raise the price on these n#gg#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 players wall my picture
If you get close enough, you can read the scripture
It reads: money, cash, hoes, how real was that n#gg#? What!

Money, cash, hoes, money-cash-hoes (what!)
Money, cash, hoes, money-cash-hoes (uh!)
Money, cash, hoes, money-cash-hoes (c’mon)
Money cash hoes (what!), hoes (what!), hoes (what!)

Money, cash, hoes, money-cash-hoes (what!)
Money, cash, hoes, money-cash-hoes (uh!)
Money, cash, hoes, money-cash-hoes (c’mon)
Money cash hoes (what!), hoes (what!), hoes (what!)

Flavors robust, platinum and gold touch
Yeah I rap now, fast money done slowed up
Roc-A-Fella forever, CEO, what! (what?)
Us the villains? f#ck your feelings

While y’all player hate we in the upper millions
What’s the dealings (huh)? 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#ck the law, keep dealing

More money, more cash, more chilling
I know they’re gon’ criticize the hook on this song
Like I give a f#ck. I’m just a crook on this song
Bed-Stuy Brook-Nam took on the world

Shit, 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, what!
Money, cash, hoes, money-cash-hoes (what!)

Money, cash, hoes, money-cash-hoes (uh!)
Money, cash, hoes, money-cash-hoes (c’mon)
Money cash hoes (what!), hoes (what!), hoes (what!)
Money, cash, hoes, money-cash-hoes (what!)

Money, cash, hoes, money-cash-hoes (uh!)
Money, cash, hoes, money-cash-hoes (c’mon)
Money cash hoes (what!), hoes (what!), hoes (what!)
D-M-X and my dogs bite

Jigga, my n#gg#, 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

Acting like we owe ’em something
Then we show ’em something
Talking greasy, I think they found ’em down the road or something (Wooh)
f#cking with a mad man in a bad mood

Is like f#cking with a mad dog that wasn’t fed food
And the only thing that’s stopping him is you (what!)
So the only thing that he’ll be dropping is you (what!)
Chopping in two (come on!)

Then he drop it to Clue, and the response from the street:
This is one dog that loves raw meat (woo!)
But getting back to, just ’cause I, love my n#gg#s
I shed blood, for my n#gg#s

Let a n#gg# holler “Where my n#gg#s?”
All I’ma hear is “Right here my n#gg#!”
Money, cash, hoes, money-cash-hoes (what!)
Money, cash, hoes, money-cash-hoes (uh!)

Money, cash, hoes, money-cash-hoes (c’mon)
Money cash hoes (what!), hoes (what!), hoes (what!)
Money, cash, hoes, money-cash-hoes (what!)
Money, cash, hoes, money-cash-hoes (uh!)

Money, cash, hoes, money-cash-hoes (c’mon)
Money cash hoes (what!), hoes (what!), hoes (what!)
Roc-A-Fella sh#t
Uh huh uh huh, Ruff Ryders

Pa-pause
My n#gg# Swizz
Uh huh, uh huh
Don’t stop, b#tch

Uh, uh huh, yeah
Respect the game yo
Making hot songs
Not selling any records, f#ck you pay me

Oh you want me in your video, f#ck you pay me
No one’s coming to your shows huh, f#ck you pay me
And then what do you do when you can’t borrow another dollar from the label?
You can’t sell any singles in the stores?

You light a match you blow the joint
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Jay-Z Lyrics – Money, Cash, Hoes

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Money, Cash, Hoes