Money (Remix)

Southern Smoke

It's Southern Smoke baby!

(Money) Frank Dukes

(Money) My man Nickelus F

(Money) Ho! It's Drake. Southern Smoke

(Money) This is the remix right here

(Money) So if you got some (Money)

Put ya hands in the air

(Money) Southern Smoke






Now-a-days you sayin' that I should go Jermaine, I should go Pharrell

Either or my nigga, make sure you don't get shelled

(Right) Make sure your money's right and they do a promotion well

So you could get checks cut like Benedict in Ocean's Twelve

This ain't Brad Pitt, I gotta admit

I'm sick of seeing chicks in that Louis V and that Plaid shit, cause it's a bad fit

They say my father lives through me, so this is just basically how my dad spit

I know my cash come quick when it's sunny

You know a girl is special if I stick with her honey

If it wasn't for dummies chick would still have money

And if it wasn't for money Nick would still have Skummy

So, guess it's kinda like a gift and a curse

To jip money is easier than liftin' a purse

If you pick the wrong mother who'll snatch you, run for cover

A week later you might find ya click in a hearse, boy!






I, take time arrange that (Money)

Some, kill just to claim that (Money)

Switch countries exchange that (Money)

You cannot get jack for freeee



And my, proceeds and cash right (Money)

There's, no need to stash right (Money)

Got the same, four G's from last night (Money)

You cannot take that from me, homie






Money’s the reason my best friend got murdered

So with that and my amounts tryin to make it just to burn it

Milk the game, turn it to butter, look how I turned it

No chick shall get any of dis unless she earns it

Take that dick, put to your lips and insert it

Where the hell is self-respect go when them checks show?

You sleep with them anywhere, hell is your bed for?

You always on your back, what the hell is your legs for?

I know, walk that strip, get my grip

That new Benz’s comin out, put some 'umph' in your switch, trick

Plus I need rims, diamonds and gems

So get up, do the hand job, and some head for him

I got my mind on my money, and my money on your mind

I’ll blow your mind all over the money that’s on your mind

So keep my dough off your head, fuck with do on your head

Now you really got money on your mind, nigga!