Big Sean Ft. Chris Brown – My Last Lyrics

Big Sean Ft. Chris Brown – My Last Lyrics

[Chris Brown]
Hands up in the air
I just want the
I just want the baddest bitch in the world
Right here on my lap

And I’mma hit this drink up like it’s my last
I’mma hit this night up like it’s my last
I’mma I’mma hmm hmm, like it’s my last (boi)
Swear I’mma, swear I’mma get it like
Like I never had it at all all all all, all all all all
Like I never had it at all all all all, all all all all

[Big Sean]
Ok, now where that alcohol
You aint even got to ask
Cause I’mma drink it all like, like its my last
She a 7 in the face, but a 10 in the ass
She even look better by the end of my glass
See I just walked in fresher than the shirts off in this muthf-cka
Ima need a bad broad to twirk off in this muthaf-cka
I’mma go hard till it hurts off in this muthaf-cka
I’mma ball so you gotta work off in this muthaf-cka
The work, and I can get you anything you want
I could, I could, I could put you on
See you look like Beyonce so do it like Beyon…
Do it like Beyonce and put it on Sean
Grind hard but a got a lot to show for it
Always had drive like I had to chauffer it
My team’s so true we should get a camera crew
To follow us around and make a show for us

[Chris Brown - Hook]
And I’mma hit this drink up like it’s my last
I’mma hit this night up like it’s my last
I’mma I’mma hmm hmm, like it’s my last (boi)
Swear I’mma, swear I’mma get it like
Like I never had it at all all all all, all all all all
Like I never had it at all all all all, all all all all

[Big Sean - Verse 2]
Now, I’mma fill this glass up like it’s my last
I’mma do, do it, like its my last
I’mma spend this cash up like it’s my last
And I’mma make it last, like it’s my last
And I’m gone, can’t remember where I am
But she forget about her man when they tell her who I am
And they introduce my fan
Now she all up in space
All all up in my face like you remember who I am
Since I signed the con’, I’m Louie Vuitton shine
Up in Benny Han Han eating all the Wonton
Rose rose over a little Chandon
Put her hands down my pants now she rocking Sean John
Man I just ended up on everybody guestlist
I’m just doing better than what everybody projected
Knew that I’d be here so if you asked me how I feel
I’mma just tell you, its everything that I expected
Boi, boi

[Chris Brown]
Hands up in the air
(One time for the West side, let me see them hands..)
Hands up in the air
(Two times if you love GOOD Music)
Hands up in the air
(And three times for the baddest chick in the World who got her hands up in the air)
Hands up in the air

[Chris Brown - Hook]
And I’mma hit this drink up like it’s my last
I’mma hit this night up like it’s my last
I’mma I’mma hmm hmm, like it’s my last (boi)
Swear I’mma, swear I’mma get it like
Like I never had it at all all all all, all all all all
Like I never had it at all all all all, all all all all
[Bridge]

Big ass bottles, Big Ice buckets
I work too hard to be ballin’ on a budget

Me and my people do it big out in public cause

Cause if you don’t do it big, you aint doing nothing

[Chris Brown - Hook]
And I’mma hit this drink up like it’s my last
I’mma hit this night up like it’s my last
I’mma I’mma hmm hmm, like it’s my last (boi)
Swear I’mma, swear I’mma get it like
Like I never had it at all all all all, all all all all
Like I never had it at all all all all, all all all all

 

2pac – Hit Em Up Lyrics

2pac – Hit Em Up Lyrics

I ain’t got no motherfucking friends
That’s why I fucked your bitch
You’re fat motherfucker {Take Money}
West Side
Bad Boy Killers {Take Money}
You know who the realist is
niggas we bring it to {Take Money}
(ha ha, that’s alright)

First off, fuck your bitch
And the click you claim
West side when we ride
Come equipped with game
You claim to be a player
But I fucked your wife
We bust on Bad Boys
niggas fuck for Life
Plus Puffy tryin’ to see me weak
Hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior Mafia
Some mark ass bitches
We keep on coming
While we running for your jewels
Steady gunning
Keep on busting at them fools
You know the rules
Little Ceasar go ask you homie
How I’ll leave you
Cut your young ass up
See you in pieces
Now be deceased
Little Kim,
Don’t fuck around with real G’s
Quick to snatch your ugly ass, off the streets
So fuck peace
I’ll let them niggas know
It’s on for Life
Don’t let the west side
Ride the night (ha ha)
Bad Boys murdered on Wax and kill
fuck with me
And get your caps peeled
You know, see

Grab your glocks when you see 2pac
Call the cops when you see 2pac, uh
Who shot me,
But your punks didn’t finish
Now you ’bout to feel the wrath of a menace
nigga, I hit ‘em up

Check this out
You motherfuckers know what time it is
I don’t know why I’m even on this track
You all niggas ain’t even on my level
I’m going to let my little homies
Ride on you
bitch made ass Bad Boys bitches
{ah yo, yo, hold the fuck up}

Get out the way yo
Get out the way yo
Biggie Smalls just got dropped
Little move pass the mac
And let me hit ‘em in his back
Frank White needs to get spanked right
For setting up traps
Little accident murderers
And I ain’t never heard of you
Poise less gats attack when I’m serving you
Spank the shank
Your whole style when I gank
Guard your rank
’cause I’m a slam your ass in a pang
Puffy weaker than a fuckin’ block
I’m running through nigga
And I’m smoking Junior Mafia
In front of you nigga
With the ready power
Tucked in my Guess
Under my Eddie Bauer
Your clout petty sour
I push packages ever hour
I hit ‘em up


Grab your glocks when you see 2pac
Call the cops when you see 2pac, uh
Who shot me,
But your punks didn’t finish
Now you ’bout to feel the wrath of a menace
nigga, I hit ‘em up

Peep how we do it
Keep it real
Its penitentiary steel
This ain’t no freestyle battle
All you niggas getting killed
With your mouths open
Tryin’ to come up off of me
You and the clouds hoping
Smoking dope
It’s like a Sherm high
niggas think they learned to fly
But they burn motherfucker you deserve to die
Talking about you Getting Money
But it’s funny to me
All you niggas living bummy
While you fucking with me?
I’m a self made Millionaire
Thug livin’, out of prison
Pistols in the Air {Air} (Ha Ha)
Biggie remember when I use to let you sleep on the couch
And beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house
Now it’s all about Versace
You copied my style
Five shots couldn’t drop me
I took it and smiled
Now I’m back to set the record straight
With my A-K
I’m still the thug that you love to hate
Mother-fucker I’ll Hit ‘Em Up

I’m from N E W Jers.
Where plenty of murder occurs
No points to come
We bring drama to all you herds
Now go check the scenario
Little Ceas’
I’ll bring you fake G’s to your knees
Coppin’ please with these scenario
Little Kim is you
Coked up or doped up
Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up
What the fuck?
Is you stupid?
I take money,
crash and mash through Brooklyn
With my click looting, shooting, and polluting your block
With fifteen shot,
Cocked glock to your knot
Outlaw Mafia click moving up another notch
And your Pop stars popped and get dropped and mopped
And all your fake ass east coast props
Brainstormed and locked

You’re a beat biter
Pac style taker
I’ll tell you to face, you ain’t nothing shit but a faker
So fill the Alize with a chaser
’bout to get murdered for the paper
E.d.i I mean post the scene of the caper
Like a loc, with little Ceas’ in a choke (uh)
Toting smoke, we ain’t no motherfuckin’ joke
Thug Life, niggas better be known
Be approaching
In the wide open, gun smoking
No need for hoping
It’s a battle lost
I gottem crossed as soon as the funk is bopping off
nigga, I hit ‘em up

Now you tell me who won
I see them, they run (ha ha)
They don’t wanna see us
Whole Junior Mafia click
Dressing up trying to be us
How the fuck they gonna be the Mob?
When we always on out job
We millionaire’s
Killing ain’t fair
But somebody got to do it

Oh yah Mobb Deep (uh)
You wanna fuck with us
You Little young ass motherfuckers
Don’t one of you niggas got sickle-cell or something
You’re fucking with me, nigga?
You fuck around and catch a seizure or a heart-attack
You better back the fuck up
Before you get smacked the fuck up
This is how we do it on our side
Any of you niggas from New York that want to bring it,
Bring it.
But we ain’t singing,
We bringing drama
fuck you and your mother fucking mama.
We’re gonna kill all you mother fuckers.
Now when I came out, I told you it was just about biggie.
Then everybody had to open their mouth with a mother fucking opinion
Well this is how we gonna’ do this:
fuck Mobb Deep,
fuck Biggie,
fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label, and as a mother fucking crew.
And if you want to be down with Bad Boy,
Then fuck you too.
Chino XL, fuck you too.
All you mother fuckers,
fuck you too.
(take money, take money)
All of y’all mother fuckers,
fuck you, die slow motherfucker.
My four four make sure all your kids don’t grow.
You motherfuckers can’t be us or see us.
We mother fuckin’ Thug Life riders.
West Side till’ we die.
Out here in California, nigga
We warned ya’
We’ll bomb on you mother fuckers.
We do our job.
You think you the mob, nigga, we the motherfuckin’ mob
Ain’t nothing but killers
And the real niggas, all you motherfuckers feel us.
Our shit goes triple and four quadruple
You niggas laugh ’cause our staff got guns under they motherfuckin’ belts
You know how it is and we drop records they felt
You niggas can’t feel it
We the realist
fuck ‘em.
We Bad Boy killers. 


More 2pac Lyrics

 

Mavado – Stulla Lyrics

Mavado – Stulla Lyrics

For the girls dem

So you recognize that I’m the ladies choice

And they all come for me

To chill dem with mi gangster voice.

Every girl seh mi nice, you naww mean?

So any gyal think she can beat mi,

Di road rough tell her di road steepy

She think me sleepy sleepy

Seh dem all come to meet me.


Yuh madd?

Man ah long distance stulla

Man ah long distance stulla

Mi nuh feed pon bullah ey!

Man ah long distance stulla

Man, man ah long distance stulla

Gal change over!

Man ah long distance stulla,

Man, man ah long distance stulla

Mi-mi-mi love dem gyal yah!

Man ah long distance stulla,

Man ah long distance stulla!


Boy have him gyal and never deh deh when she call

Dem gyal a pretty but you fi mek dem gyal ah bawl

Mi ah love yuh gyal because you guh hitch up inna stall

Mi stick on pon yuh gyal just like a picture pon a wall

Long distance stulla

So you know seh mi nuh stall

Have di energy she couldah short she couldah tall

Still ah wok di gyal dem even when rain ah fall.

Mi ah jackal, you ah my babydoll

3 year mi go all out

Mek gyal bawl out,

Gyal false hair fall out

She come into my room

Later she ah crawl out

She get di sitt’in weh boom wall out.


Yuh madd?

Man ah long distance stulla

Man ah long distance stulla

Mi nuh feed pon bullah ey!

Man ah long distance stulla

Man, man ah long distance stulla

Gal change over!

Man ah long distance stulla,

Man, man ah long distance stulla

Mi-mi-mi love dem gyal yah!

Man ah long distance stulla,

Man ah long distance stulla!


So mi guh suh yo!

Love fi see di gyal dem back it up

Love fi see di gyal dem back it up

She wah di distance, hold on!

She and di stulla guh lock it up

Nah stop, touch it till mi fat it up

You nuh see di chassy bruck?

Never know seh ah suh di Cyattie buff

Never know a suh di jockey rough

she ride and come up pon di tip chronic till it bruck

Pon di stone till it turn inna dirt

3 year mi go all out

Mek gyal bawl out

Gyal false hair fall out

She come into my room

Later she ah crawl out

She get di sitt’in weh boom wall out.


So you recognize that I’m the ladies choice

And they all come for me

To chill dem with mi gangster voice.

Every girl seh mi nice, you naww mean?

So any gyal think she can beat mi,

Di road rough tell her di road steepy

She think me sleepy sleepy

Seh dem all come to meet me.


Yuh madd?

Man ah long distance stulla

Man ah long distance stulla

Mi nuh feed pon bullah ey!

Man ah long distance stulla

Man, man ah long distance stulla

Gal change over!

Man ah long distance stulla,

Man, man ah long distance stulla

Mi-mi-mi love dem gyal yah!

Man ah long distance stulla,

Man ah long distance stulla!

 

Wiley – Never Be Your Woman Lyrics

Wiley – Never Be Your Woman Lyrics

Well I guess what they say is true
I could never be the right kind of of girl for you
I could never be your woman 
I could never be your woman
I could never be your woman
Yo out everynight im in the spotlight
With another girl knowin that its not right
Aint gonna work stop tryin
Had enough this time your Not lyin
Tho your feeling the pain but Your not cryin
Cant take me Im on another page
Where the babes wanna take me home
I was out all night didn’t make it home
Thats more lyin
Pull up in the aston get out the car
Quick jump the que no hiding
Flash (Flash)
Lettin everybody know i got cash
Show off burp when dining
8 dimond rings there all shining
Bare designers plus im designing
Block everybody out when im writing
Im on a hype ting
Well I guess what they say is true
I could never be the right kind of girl for you
I could never be your woman
I could never be your woman
I could never be your woman
Leave the country no warning
Club swimming women swarming
See a new ting get talking
Get acquainted start walking
Thats when I start promising the world 
Even though I got a women at home thats past walking
An I wanna get past talking
I got a yard but lets go to your crib
Air freshner
Wild orchid
What would he get? If she caught him
He would get a punch in the face like norbit
Turn around ignore it
Look away like you never saw it
To hold me down might be awkward
Sighted with another women in shorditch
It’s my house I pay the mortgage
Well I guess what they say is true
I could never be the right kind of girl for you
I could never be your woman
I could never be your woman
I could never be your woman
Well I guess what they say is true
I could never be the right kind of girl for you
I could never be your woman
I could never be your woman
I could never be your woman


PLAY THE VIDEO FOR THE SHY FX REMIX
 

Timbaland Ft. One Republic – Apologize Lyrics

Timbaland Ft. One Republic – Apologize Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I’m holdin’ on your rope,
Got me ten feet off the ground.
And I’m hearin’ what you say,
But I just can’t make a sound.
You tell me that you need me,
Then you go and cut me down…
But wait…
You tell me that you’re sorry,
Didn’t think I’d turn around…
And say…

[Chorus]
That it’s too late to apologize.
It’s too late…
I said it’s too late to apologize.
It’s too late.
Yeah!

[Verse 2]
I’d take another chance,
Take a fall, take a shot for you.
I need you like a heart needs a beat,
But it’s nothin’ new.
I loved you with a fire red,
Now it’s turnin’ blue…
And you say…
Sorry, like an angel
Heaven let me think was you…
But I’m afraid…

[Chorus]
It’s too late to apologize.
It’s too late.
I said it’s too late to apologize.
It’s too late.
Whoa!

[Interlude]

[Chorus]
It’s too late to apologize.
It’s too late.
I said it’s too late to apologize.
It’s too late.

I said it’s too to apologize. YEAH!
I said it’s too late to apologize. YEAH!
I’m holdin’ on your rope,
got me ten feet off the ground. 
 

Bruno Mars – It Will Rain Lyrics

 Bruno Mars – It Will Rain Lyrics
If you ever leave me, baby,
Leave some morphine at my door
‘Cause it would take a whole lot of medication
To realize what we used to have,
We don’t have it anymore.

There’s no religion that could save me
No matter how long my knees are on the floor
So keep in mind all the sacrifices I’m makin’
To keep you by my side
To keep you from walkin’ out the door.

‘Cause there’ll be no sunlight
If I lose you, baby
There’ll be no clear skies
If I lose you, baby
Just like the clouds
My eyes will do the same, if you walk away
Everyday, it’ll rain, rain, rain

I’ll never be your mother’s favorite
Your daddy can’t even look me in the eye
Ooh, if I was in their shoes, I’d be doing the same thing
Sayin’ “There goes my little girl
Walkin’ with that troublesome guy”

But they’re just afraid of something they can’t understand
Ooh, but little darlin’ watch me change their minds
Yeah for you I’ll try I’ll try I’ll try I’ll try
I’ll pick up these broken pieces ’til I’m bleeding
If that’ll make you mine

‘Cause there’ll be no sunlight
If I lose you, baby
There’ll be no clear skies
If I lose you, baby
Just like the clouds
My eyes will do the same, if you walk away
Everyday, it’ll rain, rain, rain.

Oh, don’t just say (don’t just say) goodbye (goodbye),
Don’t just say (don’t just say) goodbye (goodbye)
I’ll pick up these broken pieces ’til I’m bleeding
If that’ll make it right

‘Cause there’ll be no sunlight
If I lose you, baby
There’ll be no clear skies
If I lose you, baby
Just like the clouds
My eyes will do the same, if you walk away
Everyday, it’ll rain, rain, rain

 

Linkin Park – Breaking The Habit Lyrics

Linkin Park – Breaking The Habit Lyrics


Memories consume
Like opening the wound
I’m picking me apart again
You all assume
I’m safe here in my room
Unless I try to start again

[Bridge:]
I don’t want to be the one
The battles always choose
‘Cause inside I realize
That I’m the one confused

[Chorus:]
I don’t know what’s worth fighting for
Or why I have to scream.
I don’t know why I instigate
And say what I don’t mean.
I don’t know how I got this way
I know it’s not alright.
So I’m breaking the habit,
I’m breaking the habit
Tonight

Clutching my cure
I tightly lock the door
I try to catch my breath again
I hurt much more
Than anytime before
I had no options left again

[Bridge:]
I don’t want to be the one
The battles always choose
‘Cause inside I realize
That I’m the one confused

[Chorus]
I don’t know what’s worth fighting for
Or why I have to scream.
I don’t know why I instigate
And say what I don’t mean.
I don’t know how I got this way
I’ll never be alright
So I’m breaking the habit,
I’m breaking the habit
Tonight

I’ll paint it on the walls
‘Cause I’m the one that falls
I’ll never fight again
And this is how it ends

[Chorus:]
II don’t know what’s worth fighting for
Or why I have to scream
But now I have some clarity
to show you what I mean
I don’t know how I got this way
I’ll never be alright
So, I’m breaking the habit
I’m breaking the habit
I’m breaking the habit 
Tonight 

 

Chipmunk – Flying High Lyrics

Chipmunk – Flying High Lyrics

You know we flying high
(ay ay, ooh, ooh, ayy yeah)
I got ‘em singing like
(ay ay, ooh, ooh, ayy yeah)
[Verse 1]
Ten bottles today babe
lets drink 2 and spray 8
yep, all over the damn place
or in a haters damn face
Dolce and Gabanna, I aint into bandana’s
might fly to Barbados, try and find some Rihanna’s
I’m running this jungle, can’t touch me I’m hammer
and I’m a lion king, a kuna matatta
no worries at all, no footy, I ball
I’m on my Apple shit, women I’m Mac’ing ‘em all
Capital summertime ball
yeah I can rock a crowd, you saw that hook coming
lets sing it loud
I’m stacking my chedder, I’ve never been better
it’s now or its never, you know we flying high

I’m stacking my chedder, I’ve never been better
it’s now or its never, you know we flying high
[Hook]
(ay ay, ooh, ooh, ayy yeah)
I got ‘em singing like
(ay ay, ooh, ooh, ayy yeah)
You know we flying high
You know we flying high
[Verse 2]
Still putting on for my team
stupid niggas wifey’s
and all the girls like me
including the dikeys
the life of the party
my queen on my body
she smelling my neck, thats Issey Miyake
I keep it so cool, but I am no fool
these niggas with me don’t know vocals but they pro-tools
pour me a glass, toast G
I’m fucking bossy, fuck being Lowkey (ooh!)
and you know I can rock a crowd
you feel that hook coming, lets sing it now
I’m stacking my chedder, I’ve never been better
it’s now or its never, you know we flying high

I’m stacking my chedder, I’ve never been better
it’s now or its never, you know we flying high
[Hook]
(ay ay, ooh, ooh, ayy yeah)
I got ‘em singing like
(ay ay, ooh, ooh, ayy yeah)
You know we flying high
You know we flying high
You know we flying high
(ay ay, ooh, ooh, ayy yeah)
I got ‘em singing like
(ay ay, ooh, ooh, ayy yeah)

 

Mavado – When You Feel Lonely Lyrics

Mavado – When You Feel Lonely Lyrics
Daseca Gully God

We nah talk too much

Yeaah ooo-ooh Lady!

La la la la la mi di gal dem want

La la la la la some gal mine!

Gyal ah mi fi ah tek off yuh panty

Nuh listen wah yuh man seh

And when you feel lonely I want you hold and hold me

Mi fi ah tek off yuh panty

Nuh listen wah yuh man seh

And when you feel lonely

Mi come fi di sitt’in wah ah hold me

Gyal ah fi mi fi ah touch you some place yuh panty go

Mek you reach some place you long fi guh

Him buy house and car and land fi yuh

But him ah pervert mi ah di mon fi yuh

She seh mi deserve a bag ah children

Oh she love mi like di U S money Oh

Di gal dem ah rush after mi

Oh di gal want a bruk off of mi

Gyal ah mi fi ah tek off yuh panty

Nuh listen wah yuh man seh

And when you feel lonely I want you hold and hold me

Mi fi ah tek off yuh panty

Nuh listen wah yuh man seh

And when you feel lonely

Mi come fi di sitt’in wah ah hold me

Yeaah

Di girls dem want me more and more

Dem neva see a man like me before

All night working

Mek di girls dem bawling out fi more

Mi touch dem hard

Mi touch dem few

Inna dem halls mi nail up dem door

Give her di curtain she ah ball seh it hurting

After mi tek off yuh panty

Nuh listen wah yuh man seh

And when you feel lonely I want you hold and hold me

Mi fi ah tek off yuh panty

Nuh listen wah yuh man seh

And when you feel lonely

Mi come fi di sitt’in wah ah hold me

La la la la la

La laa la la la laaa la la la

La la la la la

La laa la la la laaa laaa

Mi fi ah tek off yuh panty

Nuh listen wah yuh man seh

And when you feel lonely I want you hold and hold me

Mi fi ah tek off yuh panty

Nuh listen wah yuh man seh

And when you feel lonely

Mi come fi di sitt’in wah ah hold me

Mi fi ah tek off yuh panty

Nuh listen wah yuh man seh

And when you feel lonely I want you hold and hold me

Mi fi ah tek off yuh panty

Nuh listen wah yuh man seh

And when you feel lonely

Mi come fi di sitt’in wah ah hold me

Mi fi ah tek off yuh panty

Nuh listen wah yuh man seh

And when you feel lonely
mi want you hold and hold me

And when you feel lonely mi come fi di sitt’in wah ah hold me 

 

Jessie J Ft B.o.B – Price Tag Lyrics

Jessie J Ft B.o.B – Price Tag Lyrics


Seems like everybody’s got a price,

I wonder how they sleep at night.

When the tale comes first,

And the truth comes second,

Just stop, for a minute and

Smile


Why is everybody so serious!

Acting so damn mysterious

You got your shades on your eyes

And your heels so high

That you can’t even have a good time.


Everybody look to their left (yeah)

Everybody look to their right (ha)

Can you feel that (yeah)

Well pay them with love tonight


It’s not about the money, money, money

We don’t need your money, money, money

We just wanna make the world dance,

Forget about the Price Tag

Ain’t about the (ha) Cha-Ching Cha-Ching.

Aint about the (yeah) Ba-Bling Ba-Bling

Wanna make the world dance,

Forget about the Price Tag.


We need to take it back in time,

When music made us all UNITE!

And it wasn’t low blows and video Hoes,

Am I the only one gettin tired?


Why is everybody so obsessed?

Money can’t buy us happiness

Can we all slow down and enjoy right now

Guarantee we’ll be feelin

All right.


Everybody look to their left (yeah)

Everybody look to their right (ha)

Can you feel that (yeah)

Well pay them with love tonight

It’s not about the money, money, money
We don’t need your money, money, money

We just wanna make the world dance,

Forget about the Price Tag

Ain’t about the (ha) Cha-Ching Cha-Ching.

Aint about the (yeah) Ba-Bling Ba-Bling

Wanna make the world dance,

Forget about the Price Tag.

Yeah yeah

Well, keep the price tag

And take the cash back

Just give me six streams and a half stack

And you can keep the cars

Leave me the garage

And all I..

Yes all I need are keys and garage

And guess what, in 30 seconds I’m leaving to Mars

Yes we leaving across these undefeatable odds

Its like this man, you can’t put a price on life

We do this for the love so we fight and sacrifice everynight

So we aint gon stumble and fall never

Waiting to see, a sign of defeat uh uh

So we gon keep everyone moving there feet

So bring back the beat and everybody sing


It’s not about the money, money, money
We don’t need your money, money, money
We just wanna make the world dance,
Forget about the Price Tag
Ain’t about the (ha) Cha-Ching Cha-Ching.
Aint about the (yeah) Ba-Bling Ba-Bling
Wanna make the world dance,
Forget about the Price Tag.



It’s not about the money, money, money
We don’t need your money, money, money
We just wanna make the world dance,
Forget about the Price Tag
Ain’t about the (ha) Cha-Ching Cha-Ching.
Aint about the (yeah) Ba-Bling Ba-Bling
Wanna make the world dance,
Forget about the Price Tag.

Yeah yeah

Oo-oooh

Forget about the price tag