I move the crowd to the break of break of dawn
Can't rock the house without the party people
'Cause when we're getting' down we are all equal
There's no better or worse between you and me
But I rock the mic so viciously
I like pins and needles and words that sting
At the blink of an eye I will do my thing
It's like a needle in the cartridge when the record spins
I like diggin' down deep in the record bins
When everybody getting' down make no mistake
Nothing sounds quite like an 8 0 8
Money makin', money, money makin Manhattan
Super disco, disco breakin'
Money makin', money, money makin Manhattan
Super disco, disco breakin'
Alright
Sometimes I like to brag, sometimes I'm soft spoken
When I'm in Holland I eat the pannenkoeken
I got the spice you bring the sauce
You can kiss my ass you funky boss
Now that you got what you want, you want more
I'll be with the hammer and the nail at your door
With these funky beats I be goin' head huntin'
Shouts to my peeps let me know if you feel something
I can give you all you need
A little beat for the rhythm and some words to read
Let me tell you now that's my favorite shit
And when I got a new rhyme I just say so
Money makin', money, money makin Manhattan
Super disco, disco breakin'
Money makin', money, money makin Manhattan
Super disco, disco breakin'
Is Manhattan in the house?
Is Manhattan in the house?
Manhattan, Manhattan, Manhattan, Manhattan
What's that?
Well It's 50 cups of coffee and you know it's on I move the crowd to the break of break of dawn Can't rock the house without the party people 'Cause when we're getting' down we are all equal There's no better or worse between you and me But I rock the mic so viciously I like pins and needles and words that sting At the blink of an eye I will do my thing It's like a needle in the cartridge when the record spins I like diggin' down deep in the record bins When everybody getting' down make no mistake Nothing sounds quite like an 8 0 8 Money makin', money, money makin Manhattan Super disco, disco breakin' Money makin', money, money makin Manhattan Super disco, disco breakin' Alright Sometimes I like to brag, sometimes I'm soft spoken When I'm in Holland I eat the pannenkoeken I got the spice you bring the sauce You can kiss my ass you funky boss Now that you got what you want, you want more I'll be with the hammer and the nail at your door With these funky beats I be goin' head huntin' Shouts to my peeps let me know if you feel something I can give you all you need A little beat for the rhythm and some words to read Let me tell you now that's my favorite shit And when I got a new rhyme I just say so Money makin', money, money makin Manhattan Super disco, disco breakin' Money makin', money, money makin Manhattan Super disco, disco breakin' Is Manhattan in the house? Is Manhattan in the house? Manhattan, Manhattan, Manhattan, Manhattan What's that? Explain Request ×
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