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Uh, what, c'mon Foxy Brown, uh, Horace Brown, what, remix, uh And y'all all see me, frontin' in a Z iced out with all my Firm bino's nigga, bet we diced out and on the low My steez, consists of three's and triple three's and six figures of three's, and chromed SE's Chillin' on the villa, stackin' my swilla with a luga luga, the nine Rugar Italiano, with some Columbian cats, bubblin' my stacks The richest, Mr and Mrs, the double Browns One for the money ("one, one, one one") Two for the show ("two, two, two two ") Three to get the honeys ("three, three, three three") Here we go ("hit, hit, hit me") One for the money ("one, one, one one") Two for the show ("two, two, two two") Three to get the honeys ("three, three, three three") Here we go ("hit, hit, hit me") M-O-N-E-Y, it's all good with me 'Cause finally I can afford the life of luxury And I remember in the day, Mamma had to work so hard just to pay, all the money spent, had to get another job Songtexte And now we're living in a (Eight room mansion, on the hill) And we sippin' on (Sippin' on champagne, when we chill) And we ridin' (Lex, Coupe, Beamers and the Benz) All over the world (From the East to the West coast, makin' ends) See, we do it One for the money ("one, one, one one") Two for the show ("two, two, two two ") Three to get the honeys ("three, three, three three") Here we go ("hit, hit, hit me") It's true, it's what we live for We love to sing, we gonna freak you up and down It's how we do our thing And to the ladies in the house tonight, lookin' fly You got it right, it's gonna be an after party Aus Songtexte Mania