Some people say its folly, but Id rather have the lolly
With money, you can make a smash
There is nothing quite as wonderful as money, money, money, money
There is nothing like a newly minted pound
Everyone must hanker for the butchness of a banker
Its accountancy that makes the world go round, round, round, round
You can keep your Marxist ways, for its only just a phase
Money, money, money makes the world go round 
Monte Carlo, big sharks on my ankles 
I drape out all my broads, Cartier bangles 
I go military boys with the angles 
Gotta upgrade the stars outer space for me 
Lotta blue cash in a rubber band 
Mount it up her ass, she in Barbie land 
Tropicana diamonds, rock em by the tens 
Im just drinkin Act, Kurt Cobain 
Money on your dawg and go bust his brains 
Leave him on the sidewalk like he gettin a tan 
I grow micro-soft drinkin oxygen 
Bitch, I been a boss since a god damn kid 
Hop out on the block with a AK, make him do the cha-cha-cha 
I rode the Dropbox with your bae and I got my rocks off, woo
She sucked the socks off of me and they was Gucci 
I bent her over in the Bentley Spur and I didnt eat her coochie
Im livin life as a pimp 
Ill put a bitch on your shrimp 
Im high in the sky like a blimp 
Ooh, Ill cop a Rolls Royce first attempt 
Whats the definition of real? Yeah, yeah, yeah
When you kneel, yeah, yeah, yeah
You just showin you steal, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah 
Monte Carlo, big sharks on my ankles 
I drape out all my broads, Cartier bangles 
I go military boys with the angles 
Gotta upgrade the stars outer space for me 
Lotta blue cash in a rubber band 
Mount it up her ass, she in Barbie land 
Tropicana diamonds, rock em by the tens 
Im just drinkin Act, Kurt Cobain 
Fresh to death, Gucci on my tomb
My chopper sing, it need autotune
Bad bitch in my hotel room
Take a perky right before we fuck, then act a fool
Sad money, I got blue face diamonds
Im at the top and Im gonna keep on climbin
I got a gun on my hip, no silence
I want these niggas to hear the violence
Momma told me, Dont trust nobody
Damn, momma, you seen it coming
Thats why I dont keep this heat for nothin
Try me, then youre gettin one
Plus one and a couple more, uh
30 shots when I am all done
Right, right? Did I do the math right?
Stomp em out, wrath in my Rafs, feel my wrath
Monte Carlo, big sharks on my ankles 
I drape out all my broads, Cartier bangles 
I go military boys with the angles 
Gotta upgrade the stars outer space for me 
Lotta blue cash in a rubber band 
Mount it up her ass, she in Barbie land 
Tropicana diamonds, rock em by the tens 
Im just drinkin Act, Kurt Cobain
Money, money, money makes the–
Money, money, money makes the–
Money, money, money makes the world go round
Money, money, money, money
Money, money, money, money
Money