QUOTE(kuffi @ May 31 2005, 04:21 AM)
pretty cool song did u make the beat urself?
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yeah, I made the beat for this one.
CREDITS:Performed By: G. Hampton, G. Webb, A. Dyke, J. McClymont
Music By: G. Hampton
Lyrics By: G. Hampton, G. Webb, A. Dyke, J. McClymont
Produced By: G. Hampton
Co-Producer: A. Dyke
Recorded: September 29th-October 1st 2004 at Nantyr Studios
Added Vocals On Chorus By: G. Hampton, G. Webb, A. Dyke, J. McClymont, R. Smith, J. Turgeon, L. Juffermans, K. Bates, M. Roy, A. McCathie, M. Vickers, B. Cone, M. Armstrong, M. McClymont, B. Jones
LyricsI got lots of moneys
I got lots of moneys
Verse 1: by GaryYo I got lots of moneys, dollars stacked up to the ceiling
But no I didn’t earn it man; I got it all from stealing
I am white to the bone, but my ancestors were black
They were slaves, and now I rave so I can get their freedom back
In my youth I aint got nothing, I had to fight to get my food
And now I bought a dozen shopping malls just because I could
So show me love, show me respect because I grew up on the street
Well, it was a house, but technically the house was on a street…
Chorus: by GaryI got lots of moneys!
We don’t play and we don’t mess around
We make and take our money cause that’s how it’s going down
I got lots of moneys!
Let’s take this outside and we’ll solve our problems there
Cause if you disrespecting me then you be hating millionaires
Verse 2: by GarthI grew up on the streets of suburbia
I was a white Kurdish kid from Serbia.
Yeah I'm white, wanna fight?
I just might if you push me right!
Making moneys from rhymes
They're paying 2 G a line.
I'm so phat that there's ground effects on my house
Peacin to Bermuda with my super model spouse.
What else can I say, ‘cept for I've got the moneys.
I've got so many bank accounts that it's not even funnys!
Chorus:
Verse 3: by Adam and JoshI spent a G on my shirt, spent a G on my LUGZ
I spent a G on my pants, that’s what keeps me a thug
I put a hundred thou into my escalade
I buy everything I want because I keep getting paid
HAHAHA this playa thinks he got bling bling
But he aint got nothing, he can’t touch my chingaling, my blingaling, my dingaling is kingaling
You can’t beat the ice I got on my necklace, it’s reckless,
I got more hoes than you have bills sitting in my Lexus
See my ice, see my bling; you can't touch my diamond ring
That’s all you got, I throw it down just like Martin Luther King
Gotta see my spinning rims, they’re all covered in chrome
When I’m finished with you you'll be in a mental home
Ouch, that one hurt now you making me mad
I could crush you with my wallet cause I aint just a fad
Oh I see how it is you think that I just can't rap?
Man I think I got you beaten now just bring in the clap