Lords of the Underground — M.O.N.E.Y.

Doin' it for the money M-O-N-E-Y But you can't take it with you when you die I live for the Jew-els and whippin' the Benz Sport rugged wearin' Make a foe turn friend My Horrible D Lived strictly by the street And I'm a push and mush MD My squad thinks We road in harmony like grits A magnet to beats So I'm brought up in the mix I gotta have it Then president addict These as the masters I also like the plastics