Lyrics:
(Kim Carnes/Bill Cuomo/M. Paul)
I sit here looking at the stars in the sky
Making their patterns
As breezes blow by
I recognize something
As it
I'm for da dollar bills
I'm for da dollar bills
I'm for da dollar billss
I'm for da dollar bills
I'm for da dollar bills
I'm for da dollar bills
I'm
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I been flying around the world
Like I got some time to kill
I don’t work no 9 to 5
Cause my hustle pay the Bills
I kiss and tell no tales
Yeah bet I
the spot, so it's cameras in here
Ugly hoes is hatin', I can tell by the glare
The way you talkin' shit, I can tell them veneers
I want my bills paid
nigga
By the way, did I tell you that my name is Kiss?
And I don't understand how a broke nigga could chill
When a two liter'll dust you so get you
ever heard two turtle doves
Bill and coo, when they love?
That\'s the kind of magic music we made with our lips
When we kiss
When we kiss
When we kiss
a sissy out o' him
Not him! Not my boy! Not Bill
[Chorus:]
Bill, I will see that he is named after me, I will
My boy, Bill! He'll be tall
And tough
of 'em
Shit
I'm the only motherfuckerwith them got some goddamn talent
Fuck Paul, Grandpa, Mikey, Luc, Dwayne, Bill
Kiss my ass
PUNKS!
Who's your
rappin' about, I really got
And it ain't that I'm stuck on myself, I'm really hot
Chorus
For the love of money (dollar bills ya'll)
For the love of money
just want to be alone
Kiss my lips and
Stay here for the summer
I can go all night just
Don't fucking cough
Moved out of your place
Just so I can be
defenses low
Started from the back, now we close to gold
So a nigga chose to step the reefer smoke
Kiss the sky
Niggas gettin' high
All my hittas fly
rappin' about, I really got
And it ain't that I'm stuck on myself, I'm really hot
Chorus
For the love of money (dollar bills ya'll)
For the love of money
rappin' about, I really got
And it ain't that I'm stuck on myself, I'm really hot
Chorus
For the love of money (dollar bills ya'll)
For the love of money
rappin' about, I really got
And it ain't that I'm stuck on myself, I'm really hot
Chorus
For the love of money (dollar bills ya'll)
For the love of money
Y'all know what this is
D-Block
Oh yeah by the way
This is the remix
Who!
You can kiss your ass good-bye
D-Block D-Block D-Block D-Block
La
of genies and smoke me for 3 wishes
I'm feeling vicious
Sid
Vicious kinda vicious yeah
I'm sickened by existence
But a kiss from mama mistress keeps me fit
right
Work all day no holidays
No time for play
Paying bills
Romantic nights a kiss good night to squeeze me tight
I dream of this
Afford the clothes, I
there's nothing left to say
The bills come, it's time to pay
There's a black car waiting outside
When every kiss is a goodbye
From Bosto to Barcelona
They got you by the nuts must got yo zipper caught
They say feed yo brain well this food for thought
I leave yo ass behind like Cinderella slippers
tell you a secret about money
I been keepin' under my designer hat
You know, money ain't what I need
A dollar bill can't give me kiss
When a little
Not him, not my boy, not Bill
Bill
My boy Bill
I will see that he is named after me, I will
My boy, Bill, he'll be tall
And as tough as a tree,
at night, tossing and turning
Underneath his pleated quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes as he
Pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor
tossing and turning
underneath his pleated quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes as he
pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor
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