changes we've Been through The laughter an the tears, the Years together Little did we both know When we fell we gave up all control Though times get hard
child Whose anguished father wants her Back home If anyone has any information Regarding her whereabouts Please call this emergency number 432-8360 She contemplates just for a moment She
I was walking down the street Just the other day I caught a glimpse Of life vivid reality I saw a man on the street Had no clothes or shoes These are
She works hard for the money So hard for it, honey She works hard for the money So you better treat her right She works hard for the money So hard for
were nice The gentlemen politely out of line I kept on thinking how I'd like To spend some time I couldn't make up my mind, still Waitin' for the right
What a man You know it's a bright and shiny day I want to say something to you I love you just like Ja do We know a place Where Ja's people can run
that man real good Woman like you know you should Want him to be faithful Love and understand Want him to be kind Be your lovin' man Forget about the hard
Lucha por su dinero Mira por su dinero Lucha por su dinero Y no lo dejara escapar Lucha por su dinero Mira por su dinero Lucha por su dinero Y no lo
's tryin' to get filthy rich Off of somebody else's money Grandma worked her whole life Sewin' at a shirt factory She was savin' for retirement She had
all night in the air Kind of square Said she only worked the streets a week Said her boyfriend kicked her out And she needed to eat She cuddled
is the motherfuckin' kids As far as pops I don't give a fuck what you do Bust him in his motherfuckin' head If he got any money, take it If there is money
while she flew his jet KILLERS! these are the killers KILLERS! she was the killers KILLERS! the coldhearted killers KILLERS! beware of the killers It's time for all to work
day, yet I was born to play Who me at Micky Dee's? It wouldn't work, no way I'm a big money haver but not the last laugher For me infamy makes me no autographer
me Just the kinda nigga you'd like to hang from a tree But all you KKK type grave diggers Ease back fool 'cause I'm a trigger nigga I work real hard for
missed the party, man Yo Randy Mac, you got some money? (Aw, you know what time it is, man I got...) Yeah, for some bail, buddy We got to go do some work
for the money, the kill's for thrills I got nine thousand blacks that still serve crack Got a bitch who works the Plaza too, on the track Got a GTA
that thing go "bow!" Let her drink it 'til she drown, got a girl goin' wild, pop a bottle Bring the 1738 Champagne, the boss switch Gettin' money, make
[INTRO] Till the day you die... if your one of the poor ones you just got to work hard [CHORUS] I'm on flight 187 187 Departure from the hood Destination