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MADDI JANE lyrics

Price Tag

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Seems like everybody's got a price, I wonder how they sleep at night. When the sale comes first, And the truth comes second, Just stop, for a minute and Smile Why is everybody so serious Acting so damn mysterious 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 Everybody look to their right Can you feel that (yeah) We're paying 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 (uh) Cha-Ching Cha-Ching. Ain't 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, Am I the only one getting 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 feeling alright. Everybody look to their left Everybody look to their right Can you feel that (yeah) We're paying 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 (uh) Cha-Ching Cha-Ching. Ain't about the (yeah) Ba-Bling Ba-Bling Wanna make the world dance, Forget about the Price Tag. [x2]

I Just Wanna

KISS "Revenge"
I got a body built for sin and an appetite for passion Yeah I can see the road to ruin and I'm lookin' for some action I got my finger on the trigger and a match to the fuse I'll make someone an offer that's too big to refuse Tired of tryin' to be what I'll never be, baby, you could never see that I don't want a romance, I don't wanna dance, I just wanna forget you Time to take my chances, find somebody new I just wanna for, I just wanna for, I just wanna forget you I'm gonna set the night on fire, shootin' like a Roman Candle Ooh yeah, I'm burnin' with desire and I'm much too hot to handle I'm like a runaway, crazy train, I'm out of control If you try to put the brakes on, I'm still gonna roll Tired of tryin' to do what you want me to, baby, I'm just tired of you, yeah I don't want a romance, I don't wanna dance, I just wanna forget you Time to take my chances, find somebody new I just wanna for, I just wanna for, I just wanna for I just wanna forget you Wake up, baby, don't you sleep, I can't take this one more week If I can't go out to play, I can't make it one more day I wanna play with dynamite, time is right for heavy breathing Gettin' stone cold crazy till the dawn without a reason I wanna take me a vacation down a long stretch of track I'll find a new sensation and I ain't comin' back Tired of tryin' to be what I'll never be, baby, you could never see that I don't want a romance, I don't wanna dance I don't want a romance, or a second chance I don't want a romance, I don't wanna dance I just wanna for, I just wanna forget I just wanna forget you, yeah!

Ching Ching

MS. JADE "Girl Interrupted"
(feat. Nelly Furtado, Timbaland) [Intro x4 (Nelly Furtado)] Ba da ba ba ching ching ching Ba da ba ba ba ching ching What about the money that I spent up today [Hook goes on in background of song] [Timbaland] Tim took you from ghetto to class, how to hold your glass To Fendi's to bags, for holdin' your cash People was seein' you pass, like right through the drapes I brought you the private, ounce wit the gates Thinkin' that stuff make me faint, just whistle real fast Cougars roll in the grass, same cat on your Jag Why your keepin' them tabs, and callin' me for It cost every minute, and you know I'm on tour And I'm deeply committed, although I'm forgettin' Sometimes while hittin' it ,different names would slip If I been wit a chick, check me miss Your complexion switched, honey you been on trips But you don't appreciate this, till your back in the Jetta No iceberg you own, just Angelica's sweaters If the steaks ain't T-Bone, you ain't properly fed Hun tonight is bet burgers, no cheese on the bread And I say [Hook x2 (Timbaland & Nelly Furtado)] What about my ching ching ching What about my bling bling bling What about the money that I spent up today What about his ching ching ching What about his bling bling bling What about his money that I spent up today [Ms. Jade] Boy you act like I need ya, came down wit amnesia Ran to y'alls in the meters, nuttin' but hate in between us Now you come poppin' this shit, nigga I made you rich Introduce you to Cris, flipped and secured your bricks Even though them kids ain't mine, let 'em call me mami I deserve them dollars, trip to the Bahamas and Porsche rotten I washed your clothes, put up wit your hoes Never fucked up yo dough, put the G in ya glow So what you sweatin' me fo', I promoted them tours I was poppin' them fours, run in and outta them stores I cleaned up your spot, poured your brandy and scotch Razor blades to the rocks, even lied to the cops Played your wifey and mother, cousin, sister and brother Accountant lawyer and lover, I'm through dealin' wit suckers Shuttin' and lockin' the door, bout to settle the score You wastin' my time, nigga, but what about my nigga [Hook x2 (Ms. Jade & Nelly Furtado)] What about your ching ching ching What about your bling bling bling So what you spent up all your money today What about his ching ching ching What about his bling bling bling What about his money that I spent up today [Ms. Jade] Boy money ain't everything, married minus the ring Frequent Coach, mink, coats, cruises on ships and boats I gave you way more, can't there bout all your bulls Since day one it was ours it never was yours Uh - look at the bigger picture, study the ghetto scripture Held your back when you was broke frontin' cuz now you richer No frontin' in that there, Ms. Jade is everywhere Enough talkin' I'm through, my lawyer will be callin' you [Nelly Furtado] All this money that he's spendin', you owe me everything I wanna tell him it's not his money, he tell me to go away, baby Wish he'd only give me a chance to show him that I'm alive I'm gonna be there and you need peace and tender all up in his life Yeah, yeah, yeah [Hook x2 (Timbaland & Nelly Furtado)] What about my ching ching ching What about my bling bling bling What about the money that I spent up today What about his ching ching ching What about his bling bling bling What about his money that I spent up today [Outro x4] Ba da ba ba ching ching ching Ba da ba ba ba ching ching What about the money that I spent up today

Money Party

KAT DAHLIA
Hayayo Hayayo Hayayo Aay Yeah we on the rooftop Party everyday Red stripe, tube socks That's my man Jose And he smoke the mota I told him pass it this a way He got a girl he knocked up She don't let him come out and play We got the beans, got the leans for the fiend It's a good party, yeah We never sleep, we just run from the dream It's a good party yeah yeah yeah We close to clouds one life we got Roof caving in, we about to drop Put the worries down, drop it like it's hot Show me the money, money, money, Wanna party party party Three shots in, not one regret Looking at my one, do you feel it yet? Got a cutie in my face asking have we met? I got the money, money, money Wanna party, party, party Zoned out head knocks, Looking like we 'bout to break. Boombox spittin' Tupac He was so damn sexy. I wish I had his number 'Cause all these dudes are the same They sniffin' out for the tuna They want that fish fillet We got the beans, got the leans for the fiend It's a good party, yeah We never sleep, we just run from the dream It's a good party yeah yeah yeah We close to clouds one life we got Roof caving in, we about to drop Put the worries down, drop it like it's hot Show me the money, money, money, Wanna party party party Three shots in, not one regret Looking out my one, do you feel it yet? Got a cutie in my face asking have we met? I got the money, money, money Wanna party, party, party Little green dragons I just took a shot of acid With baby by the pool, Damn did that shit really happen I can't tell-eh-eh-el Think my face just fell My body just got on a plane Leslie Nielsen took my name And I'm tryna get it back, But can't remember a damn thing and Polly's in the corner tryna hit on Kurt Cobain And Bobby's telling me that when music hits you feel no Pain We close to clouds one life we got Roof caving in, we about to drop Put the worries down, drop it like it's hot Show me the money, money, money, Wanna party party party Three shots in, not one regret Looking at my one, do you feel it yet? Got a cutie in my face asking have we met? I got the money, money, money Wanna party, party, party Get a wop wop wop (Party Party Party) Keep it on we ay Scita wopedop op I got the, I got the, I got the money Isketebakatashita Got the money money money (Is the party y'all) I got the money money-eh I got the money money money

Stress Ya

JADAKISS "The Last Kiss"
[Intro/Interlude: female (Pharrell)] If you want it, come get it (New York City must be) If you want it, come get it If you want it, come get it If you want it, come get it (New York City must be) [Chorus: Pharrell] Yeah, you can dance if you want to But you really don't have to dance See you got your eyes on the hustlers, you just wanna touch us C'mon with the lump in your pants See, I ain't gon' stress ya But I know my glow got you under pressure You already know that the flow is extra Stand right here so the blocks can catch ya, listen [Jadakiss] C'mon, c'mon.. naw, uh-huh You know, AH-HAH! Uh, yo If you wan' take a picture with money then stand right here You see all eyes is on the man right here Us hookin up is the plan I swear And you ain't gotta dance, you could stand right there Nice hips plus she got an ass to lean on Type of honey that you wanna flash the green on Real New Yorker, brilliant author The work still on the same scale as Orca Still sellin the kush and lightin the sour Still in the hood gettin right with the powder So it ain't no need in fightin the power Cause the flicks'll be up on every site in an hour, c'mon [Chorus] [Jadakiss] Uh-uh, uh-huh, know, AH-HAH! Uh, yo - J to the MWAH I'm one of the best in world ma, that's what they say on the blogs Look in the garage, half of the cars off the bars, and the other half off the mall My entourage is large, so hard 'Kiss run the streets, my niggaz run the yard Whoever disagree could bet they get scarred We keep it so rugged but we still so suave Just seen your girl, 'bout to give me a massage Her friend wanna join, 'bout to make it a ménage Let the desert off for the sake of the mirage Cause it all look good, until the Louis lands far, yeah [Chorus] [Interlude - repeat 2X] [Jadakiss] Uh-uh, uh-huh, you know, AH-HAH! Uhh, yeah, yo - flow extra, dough extra They recognize the glow no matter who he's next to Recognized your hoe, then he probably sexed her All my hood niggaz gettin money, throw your sets up You know what it is with the kid, put your bets up Honey wanna slide but I got her under pressure Keep tryin to tell her that I ain't tryin to stress her But come stand right here so the blocks can catch ya; let's go [Chorus] [Outro: Pharrell] New York City must be... New York City must be... New York City must be... New York City must be...

Catwalk

JESSIE J
I'm walking down the catwalk, I can't talk Can't hide that I'm feeling bored High heels make me really tall, but I can't walk Still they clap like they want more Switch up to a tight fitted t And some high top kicks in pink black and green I wanna dance, I wanna dance, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna d-d-d-d-d-dance Switch up to some baggy jeans Dem bright coloured boxers for all to see I wanna dance, I wanna dance, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna d-d-d-d-d-dance When you're like a model (yeah, yeah, yeah!) Your Naomi Campbell (yeah, yeah, yeah!) On the catwalk (yeah, yeah, yeah!) [X2] I'm going back down the runway I wanna run away But it feels like the fun way I wanna stay stay on stage But it's the time to change I'm gonna d-d-d-d-d-do my thing Switch up to a tight fitted t And some high top kicks in pink black and green I wanna dance, I wanna dance, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna d-d-d-d-d-dance Switch up to some baggy jeans Dem bright coloured boxers for all to see I wanna dance, I wanna dance, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna d-d-d-d-d-dance When you're like a model (yeah, yeah, yeah!) Your Naomi Campbell (yeah, yeah, yeah!) You're on the catwalk (yeah, yeah, yeah!) [X2] For the beat that let me know (1!) Nod your head if you wanna let go (2!) Clap your hands if you're in the show (3!) Come on ladies do your thang! For the beat that let me know (1!) Nod your head if you wanna let go (2!) Clap your hands if you're in the show (3!) Ooo ooo ooo ooo [Rap:] I'm feelin what I'm rockin Fly for a white chick Lips cherry pink Shockin! Switched up baby some man shopping Swallowed down the wrong pipe Got me c-c-coughing! Nudge nudge wink wink holla holla I'll struck your follow follow 'Cause your crazy cooked My vocals are booked Cause you like the way I look When you're like a model (yeah, yeah, yeah!) Your naomi campbell (yeah, yeah, yeah!) On the catwalk (yeah, yeah, yeah!) [X4]

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