Official Music Video
Money, Cash, Hoes by JAY-Z
Lyrics & Translation
English
Turn the lights all the
Turn the lights all the way down
What, uh-huh yeah
(Uh)
Come on (gr)
Come on yeah come on
Yo, yo
J-A-Y, I flow sick
Fuck all y'all haters, blow dick
I spits the game for those that throw bricks
Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, chicks
Sex, murder and mayhem – romance for the street
Only wife of mines is a life of crime
And since, life's a bitch in mini-skirts and big chests
How can I not flirt with death?
That's life's enigma, long as life's within us
We gon' sin a lot and pray that Christ forgive us
Fuck it!
Ice the wrist and raise the price on these niggas
Y'all can't floss on my level
I'll invite you all to get with us if your ball is glitter
When I go all the Harlem players wall my picture
If you get close enough, you can read the scripture
It reads: money, cash, hoes, how real was that nigga? What!
Money, cash, hoes, money-cash-hoes (what!)
Money, cash, hoes, money-cash-hoes (uh!)
Money, cash, hoes, money-cash-hoes (c'mon)
Money cash hoes (what!), hoes (what!), hoes (what!)
Money, cash, hoes, money-cash-hoes (what!)
Money, cash, hoes, money-cash-hoes (uh!)
Money, cash, hoes, money-cash-hoes (c'mon)
Money cash hoes (what!), hoes (what!), hoes (what!)
Flavors robust, platinum and gold touch
Yeah I rap now, fast money done slowed up
Niggas try to stop Jay-Z to no luck
Roc-A-Fella forever, CEO, what! (what?)
Us the villains? Fuck your feelings
While y'all player hate we in the upper millions
What's the dealings (huh)? It's like New York's been soft
Ever since Snoop came through and crushed the buildings
I'm trying to restore the feelings; fuck the law, keep dealing
More money, more cash, more chilling
I know they're gon' criticize the hook on this song
Like I give a fuck. I'm just a crook on this song
Bed-Stuy Brook-Nam took on the world
Shit, I led a life you can write a book on
Sex, murder and mayhem, romance for the street
Man, and I tell ya, it'll be the best-seller, what!
Money, cash, hoes, money-cash-hoes (what!)
Money, cash, hoes, money-cash-hoes (uh!)
Money, cash, hoes, money-cash-hoes (c'mon)
Money cash hoes (what!), hoes (what!), hoes (what!)
Money, cash, hoes, money-cash-hoes (what!)
Money, cash, hoes, money-cash-hoes (uh!)
Money, cash, hoes, money-cash-hoes (c'mon)
Money cash hoes (what!), hoes (what!), hoes (what!)
D-M-X and my dogs bite
Jigga, my nigga, rhyme all night
Thugs for life, one night with this rap shit
Let 'em go and I bet they know what'll happen
When we clap shit
Acting like we owe 'em something
Then we show 'em something
Talking greasy, I think they found 'em down the road or something (Wooh)
Fucking with a mad man in a bad mood
Is like fucking with a mad dog that wasn't fed food
And the only thing that's stopping him is you (what!)
So the only thing that he'll be dropping is you (what!)
Chopping in two (come on!)
Then he drop it to Clue, and the response from the street:
This is one dog that loves raw meat (woo!)
But getting back to, just 'cause I, love my niggas
I shed blood, for my niggas
Let a nigga holler "Where my niggas?"
All I'ma hear is "Right here my nigga!"
Money, cash, hoes, money-cash-hoes (what!)
Money, cash, hoes, money-cash-hoes (uh!)
Money, cash, hoes, money-cash-hoes (c'mon)
Money cash hoes (what!), hoes (what!), hoes (what!)
Money, cash, hoes, money-cash-hoes (what!)
Money, cash, hoes, money-cash-hoes (uh!)
Money, cash, hoes, money-cash-hoes (c'mon)
Money cash hoes (what!), hoes (what!), hoes (what!)
Roc-A-Fella shit
Uh huh uh huh, Ruff Ryders
Pa-pause
My nigga Swizz
Uh huh, uh huh
Don't stop, bitch
Uh, uh huh, yeah
Respect the game yo
OK OK OK, so now the guy's working for Jay-Z
Making hot songs
But any type of trouble he gets in, he runs to Jay-Z
Trouble with the label, he calls Jay-Z
But he still has to come up with Jay-Z's money every week no matter what
Not selling any records, fuck you pay me
Oh you want me in your video, fuck you pay me
No one's coming to your shows huh, fuck you pay me
And then what do you do when you can't borrow another dollar from the label?
You can't sell any singles in the stores?
You light a match you blow the joint
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of Money, Cash, Hoes by JAY-Z
Money, Cash, Hoes* (original JAY-Z)
Turn the lights all the
Turn the lights all the way down
What, uh-huh yeah
(Uh)
Come on (gr)
Come on yeah come on
Yo, yo
J-A-Y, I flow sick
Fuck all y'all haters, blow dick
I spits the game for those that throw bricks
Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, chicks
Sex, murder and mayhem – romance for the street
Only wife of mines is a life of crime
And since, life's a bitch in mini-skirts and big chests
How can I not flirt with death?
That's life's enigma, long as life's within us
We gon' sin a lot and pray that Christ forgive us
Fuck it!
Ice the wrist and raise the price on these niggas
Y'all can't floss on my level
I'll invite you all to get with us if your ball is glitter
When I go all the Harlem players wall my picture
If you get close enough, you can read the scripture
It reads: money, cash, hoes, how real was that nigga? What!
Money, cash, hoes, money-cash-hoes (what!)
Money, cash, hoes, money-cash-hoes (uh!)
Money, cash, hoes, money-cash-hoes (c'mon)
Money cash hoes (what!), hoes (what!), hoes (what!)
Money, cash, hoes, money-cash-hoes (what!)
Money, cash, hoes, money-cash-hoes (uh!)
Money, cash, hoes, money-cash-hoes (c'mon)
Money cash hoes (what!), hoes (what!), hoes (what!)
Flavors robust, platinum and gold touch
Yeah I rap now, fast money done slowed up
Niggas try to stop Jay-Z to no luck
Roc-A-Fella forever, CEO, what! (what?)
Us the villains? Fuck your feelings
While y'all player hate we in the upper millions
What's the dealings (huh)? It's like New York's been soft
Ever since Snoop came through and crushed the buildings
I'm trying to restore the feelings; fuck the law, keep dealing
More money, more cash, more chilling
I know they're gon' criticize the hook on this song
Like I give a fuck. I'm just a crook on this song
Bed-Stuy Brook-Nam took on the world
Shit, I led a life you can write a book on
Sex, murder and mayhem, romance for the street
Man, and I tell ya, it'll be the best-seller, what!
Money, cash, hoes, money-cash-hoes (what!)
Money, cash, hoes, money-cash-hoes (uh!)
Money, cash, hoes, money-cash-hoes (c'mon)
Money cash hoes (what!), hoes (what!), hoes (what!)
Money, cash, hoes, money-cash-hoes (what!)
Money, cash, hoes, money-cash-hoes (uh!)
Money, cash, hoes, money-cash-hoes (c'mon)
Money cash hoes (what!), hoes (what!), hoes (what!)
D-M-X and my dogs bite
Jigga, my nigga, rhyme all night
Thugs for life, one night with this rap shit
Let 'em go and I bet they know what'll happen
When we clap shit
Acting like we owe 'em something
Then we show 'em something
Talking greasy, I think they found 'em down the road or something (Wooh)
Fucking with a mad man in a bad mood
Is like fucking with a mad dog that wasn't fed food
And the only thing that's stopping him is you (what!)
So the only thing that he'll be dropping is you (what!)
Chopping in two (come on!)
Then he drop it to Clue, and the response from the street:
This is one dog that loves raw meat (woo!)
But getting back to, just 'cause I, love my niggas
I shed blood, for my niggas
Let a nigga holler "Where my niggas?"
All I'ma hear is "Right here my nigga!"
Money, cash, hoes, money-cash-hoes (what!)
Money, cash, hoes, money-cash-hoes (uh!)
Money, cash, hoes, money-cash-hoes (c'mon)
Money cash hoes (what!), hoes (what!), hoes (what!)
Money, cash, hoes, money-cash-hoes (what!)
Money, cash, hoes, money-cash-hoes (uh!)
Money, cash, hoes, money-cash-hoes (c'mon)
Money cash hoes (what!), hoes (what!), hoes (what!)
Roc-A-Fella shit
Uh huh uh huh, Ruff Ryders
Pa-pause
My nigga Swizz
Uh huh, uh huh
Don't stop, bitch
Uh, uh huh, yeah
Respect the game yo
OK OK OK, so now the guy's working for Jay-Z
Making hot songs
But any type of trouble he gets in, he runs to Jay-Z
Trouble with the label, he calls Jay-Z
But he still has to come up with Jay-Z's money every week no matter what
Not selling any records, fuck you pay me
Oh you want me in your video, fuck you pay me
No one's coming to your shows huh, fuck you pay me
And then what do you do when you can't borrow another dollar from the label?
You can't sell any singles in the stores?
You light a match you blow the joint
Money, Cash, Hoes (traducción LyricVerse Team)
Apaga todas las luces
Apaga todas las luces por completo
Qué, uh-huh sí
(Uh)
Vamos (gr)
Vamos sí vamos
Yo, yo
J-A-Y, fluyo enfermo
Que se jodan todos ustedes, haters, chupen polla
Escupo el juego para aquellos que tiran ladrillos
Dinero, efectivo, putas, dinero, efectivo, chicas
Sexo, asesinato y caos – romance para la calle
Mi única esposa es una vida de crimen
Y ya que, la vida es una perra en minifaldas y grandes pechos
¿Cómo no voy a coquetear con la muerte?
Ese es el enigma de la vida, mientras la vida esté en nosotros
Vamos a pecar mucho y a rezar para que Cristo nos perdone
¡A la mierda!
Congela la muñeca y sube el precio a estos niggas
Ustedes no pueden presumir a mi nivel
Los invitaré a todos a unirse a nosotros si su bola es purpurina
Cuando voy, todos los jugadores de Harlem empapelan mi foto
Si te acercas lo suficiente, puedes leer la escritura
Dice: dinero, efectivo, putas, ¿qué tan real era ese nigga? ¡Qué!
Dinero, efectivo, putas, dinero-efectivo-putas (¡qué!)
Dinero, efectivo, putas, dinero-efectivo-putas (¡uh!)
Dinero, efectivo, putas, dinero-efectivo-putas (¡vamos!)
Dinero efectivo putas (¡qué!), putas (¡qué!), putas (¡qué!)
Dinero, efectivo, putas, dinero-efectivo-putas (¡qué!)
Dinero, efectivo, putas, dinero-efectivo-putas (¡uh!)
Dinero, efectivo, putas, dinero-efectivo-putas (¡vamos!)
Dinero efectivo putas (¡qué!), putas (¡qué!), putas (¡qué!)
Sabores robustos, toque de platino y oro
Sí, ahora rapeo, el dinero rápido se ha ralentizado
Los niggas intentan detener a Jay-Z sin suerte
Roc-A-Fella para siempre, CEO, ¡qué! (¿qué?)
¿Nosotros los villanos? Que se jodan tus sentimientos
Mientras ustedes odian, nosotros estamos en los millones superiores
¿Cuáles son los tratos (eh)? Es como si Nueva York hubiera sido blanda
Desde que Snoop llegó y aplastó los edificios
Estoy tratando de restaurar los sentimientos; a la mierda la ley, sigue traficando
Más dinero, más efectivo, más relajación
Sé que van a criticar el estribillo de esta canción
Como si me importara una mierda. Solo soy un ladrón en esta canción
Bed-Stuy Brook-Nam se enfrentó al mundo
Mierda, llevé una vida sobre la que puedes escribir un libro
Sexo, asesinato y caos, romance para la calle
Hombre, y te digo, será el más vendido, ¡qué!
Dinero, efectivo, putas, dinero-efectivo-putas (¡qué!)
Dinero, efectivo, putas, dinero-efectivo-putas (¡uh!)
Dinero, efectivo, putas, dinero-efectivo-putas (¡vamos!)
Dinero efectivo putas (¡qué!), putas (¡qué!), putas (¡qué!)
Dinero, efectivo, putas, dinero-efectivo-putas (¡qué!)
Dinero, efectivo, putas, dinero-efectivo-putas (¡uh!)
Dinero, efectivo, putas, dinero-efectivo-putas (¡vamos!)
Dinero efectivo putas (¡qué!), putas (¡qué!), putas (¡qué!)
D-M-X y mis perros muerden
Jigga, mi nigga, rima toda la noche
Matones de por vida, una noche con esta mierda de rap
Déjalos ir y apuesto a que saben lo que pasará
Cuando aplaudimos mierda
Actuando como si les debiéramos algo
Luego les mostramos algo
Hablando sucio, creo que los encontraron por el camino o algo (Wooh)
Joder con un loco de mal humor
Es como joder con un perro rabioso al que no le dieron comida
Y lo único que lo detiene eres tú (¡qué!)
Así que lo único que soltará eres tú (¡qué!)
Cortando en dos (¡vamos!)
Luego se lo suelta a Clue, y la respuesta de la calle:
Este es un perro al que le encanta la carne cruda (¡woo!)
Pero volviendo a, solo porque yo, amo a mis niggas
Derramo sangre, por mis niggas
Deja que un nigga grite "¿Dónde están mis niggas?"
Todo lo que escucharé es "¡Aquí mismo mi nigga!"
Dinero, efectivo, putas, dinero-efectivo-putas (¡qué!)
Dinero, efectivo, putas, dinero-efectivo-putas (¡uh!)
Dinero, efectivo, putas, dinero-efectivo-putas (¡vamos!)
Dinero efectivo putas (¡qué!), putas (¡qué!), putas (¡qué!)
Dinero, efectivo, putas, dinero-efectivo-putas (¡qué!)
Dinero, efectivo, putas, dinero-efectivo-putas (¡uh!)
Dinero, efectivo, putas, dinero-efectivo-putas (¡vamos!)
Dinero efectivo putas (¡qué!), putas (¡qué!), putas (¡qué!)
Mierda de Roc-A-Fella
Uh huh uh huh, Ruff Ryders
Pa-pausa
Mi nigga Swizz
Uh huh, uh huh
No pares, perra
Uh, uh huh, sí
Respeta el juego, yo
OK OK OK, así que ahora el tipo trabaja para Jay-Z
Haciendo canciones calientes
Pero cualquier tipo de problema en el que se mete, corre a Jay-Z
Problemas con el sello, llama a Jay-Z
Pero aún así tiene que conseguir el dinero de Jay-Z cada semana pase lo que pase
No vendes discos, que te jodan, págame
Oh, me quieres en tu video, que te jodan, págame
Nadie viene a tus shows, ¿eh?, que te jodan, págame
¿Y entonces qué haces cuando no puedes pedir prestado otro dólar del sello?
¿No puedes vender ningún single en las tiendas?
Enciendes un fósforo, soplas el porro
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