Money Ain't A Thang (LP Version) chords by Jermaine Dupri, Jay-Z

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Verse 1
Em 
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh,
uh huh, uh huh, yeah
In the Ferrari, a Jaguar,
switching four lanes
With the top down, screaming out,
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money ain't a thing
Em 
Bubble hard in a double off,
flashing the rings
With the window cracked,
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holler back, money ain't a thing
Em 
Jigga, I   don't like
it if it don't gleam
Blame it on hell with the price,
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but the money ain't a thing
Em 
Putting down hard for my dogs
that's locked in the bank
When you hit the bricks, new whips,
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money ain't a thing
Em 
Yeah, I wanna floss with us
Sit across the board, we burn it up
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Em 
Drop a  little pa  per,
baby, toss it up
Slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up
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Em 
See the money ain't a thing
Flex the road, sign a check for your hoe
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Jigga style is love, X and O
Em 
Save all your accolades, just the dough
My game is wide, all names aside
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Em 
Tryin' to  stay alive,
hunnit dial for the bracelet
Foolish ain't out of chain
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to strain your eye
Em 
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Em 
Twin platinum guns, son, aim for the sky
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Ice on my bullet, you die soon as I pull it
Em 
Willys wanna rub shoulders,
your money too young
See me when it gets older,
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your bank account grow up
Em 
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Mines is 1000 old up
Em 
Damn near out the rear
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trunk when I roll up
Em 
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Em 
Motoc till I close up, it's all basic
I've been spending hundreds
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since they had small faces
Em 
Robbed your stash out,
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doubled out down in Vegas
Em 
Me and JD got it locked crazy,
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Em 
where you at haters?
Jaguar switching four lanes
Top down screaming out
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money ain't a thing
Em 
Bubble hard in the double R
Flashing the rings with
the window cracked
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Holler back, money ain't a thing
Em 
Nigga I   don't like it if
it don't gleam
Blaming the hell with the price
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But the money ain't a thing
Em 
Put it down hard for my dawgs,
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Em 
that's locked in the bing
When you hit the bricks, new whip,
D 
money ain't a thing
Em 
Y 'all wanna floss with us?
Cause all across the board we burnin' up
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Em 
Drop a little paper, baby, toss it up
Just slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up
See the money ain't a thing
Cake thick, I live the life
Eatin' crab,
watchin' bitches shake shit all night
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Em 
I  make the big moves,
do the big thangs
Take small groups,
turn them into big names
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Em 
The big dawg with the big chains,
frostbit bracelet
The match cap say I'm the shit man
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Em 
Type of nigga that you need when cruise
Type of dude that'll do
shit you won't do
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Em 
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Can't do, get more burned than a candle
Em 
Too hot to hold, too much to handle
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Em 
In the black Cee -Lo, he know
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If she look, she go
Em 
Bye -bye with Dada,
and I ain't gotta say no more
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Em 
I'm the truth like AI
Got the proof and stay fly
In the safest shit you could never buy,
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know why?
Em 
Cause I write the songs
that the whole world sing
I don't know about y 'all,
but every night I swing
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Em 
In the Fer rari or Jaguar,
switching four lanes
With the top down, screaming out
D 
money ain't a thing
Em 
Bubble hard in a double law,
flash in the rings
With the window cracked, holla back,
D 
money ain't a thing
Em 
Jigga, I   don't like
it if it don't gleam
Gleam in the hell with the price,
D 
but the money ain't a
Em 
Put it down hard for my dawgs
that's locked in the bing
When you hit the bricks, new whips,
D 
money ain't a thing
Em 
Y 'all wanna floss with us?
D 
All across the board, we burn it up
Em 
Drop a little pa  per, baby, toss it up
Slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up
D 
Em 
See the money ain't a thing
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Em 
Shit ain't for real till y 'all ship a mill
And y 'all hit an R &B chick
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and she fit the bill
Em 
Said she loved my necklace,
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started relaxin'
Em 
And that's what the fuck
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I call a chain reaction
Em 
Went from ho -tum to jigger,
you owe some
Baby, I don't play on my jury,
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it's light gray
Em 
Platinum,
spend your whole life in the day
What's down is the bed, roll the dice
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Em 
Let's play, so what you ain't gold?
A rock and rollie with the ice bezel
It's gon' take a lot more
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to see my level
Em 
When I match your check,
you better double that
And personally,
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your rap is where the trouble at
Em 
I'm up in bubble cat leather
with the wood grain
In the platinum frame, screamin',
it's not a game
From ear to ear, wrist to wrist,
ring and chain
Even me and Jay -Z got it like crazy
A Ferrari, a Jaguar, switching four lanes
Top down, screaming out,
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money ain't a thing
Em 
Bubble hard in a double law,
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Em 
flashing the rings
With the window cracked, holler back,
D 
money ain't a thing
Em 
Jigga, I   don't like it if
it don't gleam
Gleaming to hell with the price,
D 
but the money ain't a thing
Em 
Put down hard for my dogs,
that's locked in the bank
When you hit the bricks, new whips,
D 
money ain't a thing
Em 
Y 'all wanna floss with us?
D 
Across the board, we burn it up
Em 
Drop a little pa  per, baby, toss it up
D 
Em 
Slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up
D 
Em 
See the money ain't a thing
Oh, so that's Roc -A -Fella Labo
You know
All we do is rock
Rock on Rock, rock on
Rock, rock on
Rock, rock on