(It's only money)      Chorus:   I get what I want    I got what you need    You ain't gotta worry    Bout a thing with me    (It's only money)    Baby you a star    Driving fancy cars    Money ain't nothing    But a thing ya see    (It's only money)    Don't worry    Bout the bills    Baby    We can chill    Let the top back    And feel    The breeze believe    (It's only money)    I can hold you down    Baby    It's whatever    As long    As you're with me    (It's only money)       I step to the girl    I'm fresh to death    Got my swag    Got my lean    In Chi-Town    We do the step    In Cali    We gotta make it rain    Or the next nigga    Take your place    Come hang    With my entourage    You can call me    Vinnie chase    Baby    Here's my dialogue    You can pay    Them bills off    Maybe turn    The sauna on    We can hit    The dealership    I wanna see    That Honda gone    And you    Ain't gotta thank me    As long as you know    I'll be    In the limo friday    Hittin corners    Like pinky    All your girlfriends    They envy the way    You in the projects    With jacuzzi's    In your room    Like Akeem and Semmi    It's Santa Claus    But the money    Won't fit    In the chimney    I put 20    In your stockings    If you're tryin'    To get kinky    Here's your umbrella    Marry poppins    Go on    Fly away with me    D boy    From the projects now    I get    To live my dream    It's only money       (Chorus)       Used to be    A window shopper    Now you got    A black card    Used to be    A project girl    Now you got    A back yard    Now you're drivin'    Fast cars    Access    To my gas cards    Now you got    A 3 space back    Into your garage    Used to rock   The nail kit    Now you get    Your nails did    And I can    Throw you dimes    Without lookin'    Call me Jason Kidd    Parents used    To yell at you    And say    Your life    Was useless    Now you throwin'    Furs in the fire    Like Frank Lucas    You love    Watchin' Oprah    Jay Leno    Jimmy Kimmel    So I got you    Up to harpo    Put you in a limo    Girl    I got you    Out the ghetto    Now superstar    Don't ask why    All the bills    That you had cut    In half overnight       (Chorus)      Now I got you    Ridin' clean    Custom wheels 23's    Now I got you    On the hill    In the house    Of your dreams    His and her    Flying spurs    Finally spending    What you're worth    This is why    We can splurge you    And I will make it work