[Verse 1]
What you want, nigga? Everything, nigga, supersized
Two Big Macs like when they doin' them two for five
(Where you at?) In a drive-through in a black Porsche
(What you got?) Number two with the Mac Sauce
I sold hard and I had soft
(When was this?) Before Bow Wow was Shad Moss
Huh, I'm just lettin' these facts off
I was gettin' them packs off in my Air Force, duckin' task force
And the CIA and DEA and TNT or a fan playin'
Or the stick-up kids or the jacker boys or the hop-out boys in the red van
Yes, man
Half a million dollars in my left hand
Threaten me, you a dead man
Time for some action, Redman

[Chorus]
Ooh, it's only money
I said, it's only money (Oh, he ain't got it?)
We done hurt his tummy
Yeah, it's only money

[Verse 2]
Who you? I'm just who all the ladies like (What you done?)
Photoshoot with Tom Brady's wife (Oh, now you talkin')
Now he owe me Campbell and fly flee (What you do now?)
Now I snatch them models off of IG
You sick, get an IV
No lie, B, don't try me
Offered thirty mill' for the PHB
Damn, niggas, all he want is try and buy a flea
I told him, "Look, never mind the lyrics
Come when you went and made nine digits"
Now he like, "Yeah, I can dig it"
'Cause years ago, I punched my ticket (I did)
Y'all still breathing
Look at me, I'm still the reason
How much I got? Let's say this, I ain't spent no money from Killa Season
Y'all still grieving
My main bitch, she Middle-Eastern
Step back, kiss my wrist, pardon, I'm feeling myself this evening
For money making, shout to Pinky and the slutty vegan
Harlem shit, yeah, we the shit, shit, all year 'round, it's money season (Yes)
Every flip counts
I got rich off of this bounce
Girl, ain't no sales in Gucci, we ain't lookin' for a discount
No (My man Sin City say)

[Chorus]
It's only money (Ain't no sales in Gucci, baby)
It's only money
Why you actin' funny?
Yeah, it's only money