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The chain'll strain ya eye\nTwin platinum gun son, aim for the sky\nIce on my bullet, you die soon as I pull it\nWillies wanna rub shoulders, your money's too young\nSee me when it gets older, ya bank account grow up\nMine's is one-zero-zero-zero-oh-doub'\nDamn near out the rear trunk when I roll up\nMulti til I close up, it's all basic\nI been spending hundreds since they had small faces\nRob your stash house, doubled out down in Vegas\nMe and J.D. got it locked crazy\nWhere you at haters?\n\nChorus\n\n(Jermaine Dupri)\nMy cake thick, I live the life\nEatin' crab, watching bitches shake shit all night\nI make the big moves, do the big things\nTake small groups, turn them into big names\nThe big dog with the big chain, frostbit bracelet to match\nCats say I'm the shit man\nThe type of nigga that you need in yo' crew\nType of dude that will do shit you won't do, can't do\nGet more burn than a candle\nToo hot to hold, too much to handle\nIn the black C-low, he know if she look\nShe go bye-bye with da-da and I ain't gotta say no mo'\nI'm \"The Truth\" like A.I., got the proof and stay fly\nIn the safest shit you could never buy\nKnow why? Cause I write the songs that the whole world sing\nI don't know about y'all but every night I swing\n\nChorus\n\n(Jay-Z)\nYa'll shit ain't for real til y'all ship a mil'\nAnd ya hit a R&B chick and she fit the bill\nSaid she loved my necklace, started relaxin\nNow that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction\nWent from wholesome to Jigga, you awe-some\nBaby, I don't play all my jewelry is light grey\nPlatinum, spend your whole life in the day\nWhat's down is a bet, roll the dice\n\n(Jermaine Dupri)\nYeah, yeah, so let's play\nSo what you went gold and rock a Roley with the ice bezel\nIt's gon' take a lot mo' to see my level\nWhere I'm at, your check, you better double that\nAnd personally your raps is where the trouble at\nI'm a Benz bubble cat, leather with the wood grain\nIn the platinum frame screamin it's not a game\nGleamin, from ear to ear, wrist to wrist, ring and chain\nEven me and Jay-Z got it locked, crazy\n\nChorus\n\n(Jermaine Dupri)\nSo So Def, Roc-A-Fella, collabo'\nYou know, all we do is.\n\nRock, rock on (*repeat to fade*)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Money Ain't a Thang\n  artist: Jermaine Dupri\n  album: 'Jermaine Dupri Presents: Life in 1472'\n  duration_ms: 254284\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Feat.Jay-Z)\n\n  Uh uh\n  So So Def\n  Yeah, yeah\n\n  Chorus: Jermaine Dupri and Jay-Z\n\n  (Jermaine Dupri)\n  In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin four lanes\n  With the top down screamin out, money ain't a thang\n  (Jay-Z)\n  Bubble hard in the double R flashin the rings\n  With the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang\n  (Jermaine Dupri)\n  Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam gleam\n  And to hell with the price cause the money ain't a thang\n  (Jay-Z)\n  Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang\n  When you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang\n\n  (Jermaine Dupri)\n  Come on, y'all wanna floss wit us\n  Cause all across the ball we burn it up\n  Drop a little paper, baby toss it up\n  Ya slackin on your pimpin, turn it up\n  See the money ain't a thang\n\n  (Jay-Z)\n  I flex the Rol', sign a check for yo' hoe\n  Jigga's style is love, X and O\n  Save all your accolades, just the dough\n  My game is wide, all lames aside\n  Tryin to stay alive, hundred thou' for the bracelet\n  Foolish, ain't I? The chain'll strain ya eye\n  Twin platinum gun son, aim for the sky\n  Ice on my bullet, you die soon as I pull it\n  Willies wanna rub shoulders, your money's too young\n  See me when it gets older, ya bank account grow up\n  Mine's is one-zero-zero-zero-oh-doub'\n  Damn near out the rear trunk when I roll up\n  Multi til I close up, it's all basic\n  I been spending hundreds since they had small faces\n  Rob your stash house, doubled out down in Vegas\n  Me and J.D. got it locked crazy\n  Where you at haters?\n\n  Chorus\n\n  (Jermaine Dupri)\n  My cake thick, I live the life\n  Eatin' crab, watching bitches shake shit all night\n  I make the big moves, do the big things\n  Take small groups, turn them into big names\n  The big dog with the big chain, frostbit bracelet to match\n  Cats say I'm the shit man\n  The type of nigga that you need in yo' crew\n  Type of dude that will do shit you won't do, can't do\n  Get more burn than a candle\n  Too hot to hold, too much to handle\n  In the black C-low, he know if she look\n  She go bye-bye with da-da and I ain't gotta say no mo'\n  I'm \"The Truth\" like A.I., got the proof and stay fly\n  In the safest shit you could never buy\n  Know why? Cause I write the songs that the whole world sing\n  I don't know about y'all but every night I swing\n\n  Chorus\n\n  (Jay-Z)\n  Ya'll shit ain't for real til y'all ship a mil'\n  And ya hit a R&B chick and she fit the bill\n  Said she loved my necklace, started relaxin\n  Now that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction\n  Went from wholesome to Jigga, you awe-some\n  Baby, I don't play all my jewelry is light grey\n  Platinum, spend your whole life in the day\n  What's down is a bet, roll the dice\n\n  (Jermaine Dupri)\n  Yeah, yeah, so let's play\n  So what you went gold and rock a Roley with the ice bezel\n  It's gon' take a lot mo' to see my level\n  Where I'm at, your check, you better double that\n  And personally your raps is where the trouble at\n  I'm a Benz bubble cat, leather with the wood grain\n  In the platinum frame screamin it's not a game\n  Gleamin, from ear to ear, wrist to wrist, ring and chain\n  Even me and Jay-Z got it locked, crazy\n\n  Chorus\n\n  (Jermaine Dupri)\n  So So Def, Roc-A-Fella, collabo'\n  You know, all we do is.\n\n  Rock, rock on (*repeat to fade*)\n"},{"id":34328679,"name":"Money Ain't A Thang (Radio Edit)","trackName":"Money Ain't A Thang (Radio Edit)","artistName":"Jermaine Dupri; Jay-Z","albumName":"Money Ain't A Thang [EU]  EP","duration":255.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh uh\nSo So Def\nYeah, yeah\n\nIn the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes\nWith the top down screamin' out, money ain't a thang\nBubble hard in the double R, flashin' the rings\nWith the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang\n\nJigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam gleam\nAnd to Hell with the price 'cause the money ain't a thang\nPut it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang\nWhen you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang\n\nCome on, y'all wanna floss wit' us\n'Cause all across the ball we burn it up\nDrop a little paper, baby toss it up\nYa slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up\nSee the money ain't a thang\n\nI flex the Rol', sign a check for yo' hoe\nJigga's style is love, X and O\nSave all your accolades, just the dough\nMy game is wide, all lames aside\n\nTryin' to stay alive, hundred thou' for the bracelet\nFoolish, ain't I? The chain'll strain ya eye\nTwin platinum gun son, aim for the sky\nIce on my bullet, you die soon as I pull it\n\nWillies wanna rub shoulders, your money's too young\nSee me when it gets older, ya bank account grow up\nMine's is one-zero-zero-zero-oh-doub'\nDamn near out the rear trunk when I roll up\n\nMulti 'til I close up, it's all basic\nI been spending hundreds since they had small faces\nRob your stash house, doubled out down in Vegas\nMe and J.D. got it locked crazy, where you at haters?\n\nIn the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes\nWith the top down screamin' out, money ain't a thang\nBubble hard in the double R, flashin' the rings\nWith the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang\n\nJigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam gleam\nAnd to Hell with the price 'cause the money ain't a thang\nPut it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang\nWhen you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang\n\nY'all wanna floss wit' us\n'Cause all across the ball we burn it up\nDrop a little paper, baby toss it up\nYa slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up\nSee the money ain't a thang\n\nMy cake thick, I live the life\nEatin' crab, watching bitches shake shit all night\nI make the big moves, do the big things\nTake small groups, turn them into big names\n\nThe big dog with the big chain, frostbit bracelet to match\nCats say, \"I'm the shit man\"\nThe type of nigga that you need in yo' crew\nType of dude that will do shit you won't do, can't do\n\nGet more burn than a candle\nToo hot to hold, too much to handle\nIn the black C-low, he know if she look\nShe go bye-bye with da-da and I ain't gotta say no mo'\n\nI'm \"The Truth\" like A.I., got the proof and stay fly\nIn the safest shit you could never buy\nKnow why? 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The chain'll strain ya eye\nTwin platinum gun son, aim for the sky\nIce on my bullet, you die soon as I pull it\n\nWillies wanna rub shoulders, your money's too young\nSee me when it gets older, ya bank account grow up\nMine's is one-zero-zero-zero-oh-doub'\nDamn near out the rear trunk when I roll up\n\nMulti 'til I close up, it's all basic\nI been spending hundreds since they had small faces\nRob your stash house, doubled out down in Vegas\nMe and J.D. got it locked crazy, where you at haters?\n\nIn the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes\nWith the top down screamin' out, money ain't a thang\nBubble hard in the double R, flashin' the rings\nWith the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang\n\nJigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam gleam\nAnd to Hell with the price 'cause the money ain't a thang\nPut it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang\nWhen you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang\n\nY'all wanna floss wit' us\n'Cause all across the ball we burn it up\nDrop a little paper, baby toss it up\nYa slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up\nSee the money ain't a thang\n\nMy cake thick, I live the life\nEatin' crab, watching bitches shake shit all night\nI make the big moves, do the big things\nTake small groups, turn them into big names\n\nThe big dog with the big chain, frostbit bracelet to match\nCats say, \"I'm the shit man\"\nThe type of nigga that you need in yo' crew\nType of dude that will do shit you won't do, can't do\n\nGet more burn than a candle\nToo hot to hold, too much to handle\nIn the black C-low, he know if she look\nShe go bye-bye with da-da and I ain't gotta say no mo'\n\nI'm \"The Truth\" like A.I., got the proof and stay fly\nIn the safest shit you could never buy\nKnow why? 'Cause I write the songs that the whole world sing\nI don't know about y'all but every night I swing\n\nIn the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes\nWith the top down screamin' out, money ain't a thang\nBubble hard in the double R, flashin' the rings\nWith the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang\n\nJigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam gleam\nAnd to Hell with the price 'cause the money ain't a thang\nPut it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang\nWhen you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang\n\nY'all wanna floss wit' us\n'Cause all across the ball we burn it up\nDrop a little paper, baby toss it up\nYa slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up\nSee the money ain't a thang\n\nYa'll shit ain't for real til y'all ship a mil'\nAnd ya hit a R and B chick and she fit the bill\nSaid she loved my necklace, started relaxin'\nNow that's what the fuck, I call a chain reaction\n\nWent from wholesome to Jigga, you awesome\nBaby, I don't play all my jewelry is light grey\nPlatinum, spend your whole life in the day\nWhat's down is a bet, roll the dice\n\nYeah, yeah, so let's play\n\nSo what you went gold and rock a Roley with the ice bezel\nIt's gon' take a lot mo' to see my level\nWhere I'm at, your check, you better double that\nAnd personally your raps is where the trouble at\n\nI'm a Benz bubble cat, leather with the wood grain\nIn the platinum frame screamin', it's not a game\nGleamin', from ear to ear, wrist to wrist, ring and chain\nEven, me and Jay-Z got it locked, crazy\n\nIn the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes\nWith the top down screamin' out, money ain't a thang\nBubble hard in the double R, flashin' the rings\nWith the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang\n\nJigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam gleam\nAnd to Hell with the price 'cause the money ain't a thang\nPut it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang\nWhen you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang\n\nY'all wanna floss wit' us\n'Cause all across the ball we burn it up\nDrop a little paper, baby toss it up\nYa slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up\nSee the money ain't a thang\n\nSo So Def, Roc-A-Fella, collabo'\nYou know, all we do is\nRock, rock on\nRock, rock on\nRock","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Money Ain't a Thang (feat. 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The chain'll strain ya eye\n  Twin platinum gun son, aim for the sky\n  Ice on my bullet, you die soon as I pull it\n\n  Willies wanna rub shoulders, your money's too young\n  See me when it gets older, ya bank account grow up\n  Mine's is one-zero-zero-zero-oh-doub'\n  Damn near out the rear trunk when I roll up\n\n  Multi 'til I close up, it's all basic\n  I been spending hundreds since they had small faces\n  Rob your stash house, doubled out down in Vegas\n  Me and J.D. got it locked crazy, where you at haters?\n\n  In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes\n  With the top down screamin' out, money ain't a thang\n  Bubble hard in the double R, flashin' the rings\n  With the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang\n\n  Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam gleam\n  And to Hell with the price 'cause the money ain't a thang\n  Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang\n  When you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang\n\n  Y'all wanna floss wit' us\n  'Cause all across the ball we burn it up\n  Drop a little paper, baby toss it up\n  Ya slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up\n  See the money ain't a thang\n\n  My cake thick, I live the life\n  Eatin' crab, watching bitches shake shit all night\n  I make the big moves, do the big things\n  Take small groups, turn them into big names\n\n  The big dog with the big chain, frostbit bracelet to match\n  Cats say, \"I'm the shit man\"\n  The type of nigga that you need in yo' crew\n  Type of dude that will do shit you won't do, can't do\n\n  Get more burn than a candle\n  Too hot to hold, too much to handle\n  In the black C-low, he know if she look\n  She go bye-bye with da-da and I ain't gotta say no mo'\n\n  I'm \"The Truth\" like A.I., got the proof and stay fly\n  In the safest shit you could never buy\n  Know why? 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The chain'll strain ya eye\nTwin platinum gun son, aim for the sky\nIce on my bullet, you die soon as I pull it\n\nWillies wanna rub shoulders, your money's too young\nSee me when it gets older, ya bank account grow up\nMine's is one-zero-zero-zero-oh-doub'\nDamn near out the rear trunk when I roll up\n\nMulti 'til I close up, it's all basic\nI been spending hundreds since they had small faces\nRob your stash house, doubled out down in Vegas\nMe and J.D. got it locked crazy, where you at haters?\n\nIn the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes\nWith the top down screamin' out, money ain't a thang\nBubble hard in the double R, flashin' the rings\nWith the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang\n\nJigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam gleam\nAnd to Hell with the price 'cause the money ain't a thang\nPut it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang\nWhen you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang\n\nY'all wanna floss wit' us\n'Cause all across the ball we burn it up\nDrop a little paper, baby toss it up\nYa slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up\nSee the money ain't a thang\n\nMy cake thick, I live the life\nEatin' crab, watching bitches shake shit all night\nI make the big moves, do the big things\nTake small groups, turn them into big names\n\nThe big dog with the big chain, frostbit bracelet to match\nCats say, \"I'm the shit man\"\nThe type of nigga that you need in yo' crew\nType of dude that will do shit you won't do, can't do\n\nGet more burn than a candle\nToo hot to hold, too much to handle\nIn the black C-low, he know if she look\nShe go bye-bye with da-da and I ain't gotta say no mo'\n\nI'm \"The Truth\" like A.I., got the proof and stay fly\nIn the safest shit you could never buy\nKnow why? 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JAY Z\n  album: Jermaine Dupri Presents... So So Def 25\n  duration_ms: 254000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Uh uh\n  So So Def\n  Yeah, yeah\n\n  In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes\n  With the top down screamin' out, money ain't a thang\n  Bubble hard in the double R, flashin' the rings\n  With the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang\n\n  Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam gleam\n  And to Hell with the price 'cause the money ain't a thang\n  Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang\n  When you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang\n\n  Come on, y'all wanna floss wit' us\n  'Cause all across the ball we burn it up\n  Drop a little paper, baby toss it up\n  Ya slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up\n  See the money ain't a thang\n\n  I flex the Rol', sign a check for yo' hoe\n  Jigga's style is love, X and O\n  Save all your accolades, just the dough\n  My game is wide, all lames aside\n\n  Tryin' to stay alive, hundred thou' for the bracelet\n  Foolish, ain't I? The chain'll strain ya eye\n  Twin platinum gun son, aim for the sky\n  Ice on my bullet, you die soon as I pull it\n\n  Willies wanna rub shoulders, your money's too young\n  See me when it gets older, ya bank account grow up\n  Mine's is one-zero-zero-zero-oh-doub'\n  Damn near out the rear trunk when I roll up\n\n  Multi 'til I close up, it's all basic\n  I been spending hundreds since they had small faces\n  Rob your stash house, doubled out down in Vegas\n  Me and J.D. got it locked crazy, where you at haters?\n\n  In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes\n  With the top down screamin' out, money ain't a thang\n  Bubble hard in the double R, flashin' the rings\n  With the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang\n\n  Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam gleam\n  And to Hell with the price 'cause the money ain't a thang\n  Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang\n  When you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang\n\n  Y'all wanna floss wit' us\n  'Cause all across the ball we burn it up\n  Drop a little paper, baby toss it up\n  Ya slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up\n  See the money ain't a thang\n\n  My cake thick, I live the life\n  Eatin' crab, watching bitches shake shit all night\n  I make the big moves, do the big things\n  Take small groups, turn them into big names\n\n  The big dog with the big chain, frostbit bracelet to match\n  Cats say, \"I'm the shit man\"\n  The type of nigga that you need in yo' crew\n  Type of dude that will do shit you won't do, can't do\n\n  Get more burn than a candle\n  Too hot to hold, too much to handle\n  In the black C-low, he know if she look\n  She go bye-bye with da-da and I ain't gotta say no mo'\n\n  I'm \"The Truth\" like A.I., got the proof and stay fly\n  In the safest shit you could never buy\n  Know why? 'Cause I write the songs that the whole world sing\n  I don't know about y'all but every night I swing\n\n  In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes\n  With the top down screamin' out, money ain't a thang\n  Bubble hard in the double R, flashin' the rings\n  With the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang\n\n  Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam gleam\n  And to Hell with the price 'cause the money ain't a thang\n  Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang\n  When you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang\n\n  Y'all wanna floss wit' us\n  'Cause all across the ball we burn it up\n  Drop a little paper, baby toss it up\n  Ya slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up\n  See the money ain't a thang\n\n  Ya'll shit ain't for real til y'all ship a mil'\n  And ya hit a R and B chick and she fit the bill\n  Said she loved my necklace, started relaxin'\n  Now that's what the fuck, I call a chain reaction\n\n  Went from wholesome to Jigga, you awesome\n  Baby, I don't play all my jewelry is light grey\n  Platinum, spend your whole life in the day\n  What's down is a bet, roll the dice\n\n  Yeah, yeah, so let's play\n\n  So what you went gold and rock a Roley with the ice bezel\n  It's gon' take a lot mo' to see my level\n  Where I'm at, your check, you better double that\n  And personally your raps is where the trouble at\n\n  I'm a Benz bubble cat, leather with the wood grain\n  In the platinum frame screamin', it's not a game\n  Gleamin', from ear to ear, wrist to wrist, ring and chain\n  Even, me and Jay-Z got it locked, crazy\n\n  In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes\n  With the top down screamin' out, money ain't a thang\n  Bubble hard in the double R, flashin' the rings\n  With the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang\n\n  Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam gleam\n  And to Hell with the price 'cause the money ain't a thang\n  Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang\n  When you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang\n\n  Y'all wanna floss wit' us\n  'Cause all across the ball we burn it up\n  Drop a little paper, baby toss it up\n  Ya slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up\n  See the money ain't a thang\n\n  So So Def, Roc-A-Fella, collabo'\n  You know, all we do is\n  Rock, rock on\n  Rock, rock on\n  Rock\n"},{"id":36031705,"name":"Money Ain’t a Thang","trackName":"Money Ain’t a Thang","artistName":"Jermaine Dupri feat. 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The chain'll strain ya eye\nTwin platinum gun son, aim for the sky\nIce on my bullet, you die soon as I pull it\n\nWillies wanna rub shoulders, your money's too young\nSee me when it gets older, ya bank account grow up\nMine's is one-zero-zero-zero-oh-doub'\nDamn near out the rear trunk when I roll up\n\nMulti 'til I close up, it's all basic\nI been spending hundreds since they had small faces\nRob your stash house, doubled out down in Vegas\nMe and J.D. got it locked crazy, where you at haters?\n\nIn the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes\nWith the top down screamin' out, money ain't a thang\nBubble hard in the double R, flashin' the rings\nWith the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang\n\nJigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam gleam\nAnd to Hell with the price 'cause the money ain't a thang\nPut it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang\nWhen you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang\n\nY'all wanna floss wit' us\n'Cause all across the ball we burn it up\nDrop a little paper, baby toss it up\nYa slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up\nSee the money ain't a thang\n\nMy cake thick, I live the life\nEatin' crab, watching bitches shake shit all night\nI make the big moves, do the big things\nTake small groups, turn them into big names\n\nThe big dog with the big chain, frostbit bracelet to match\nCats say, \"I'm the shit man\"\nThe type of nigga that you need in yo' crew\nType of dude that will do shit you won't do, can't do\n\nGet more burn than a candle\nToo hot to hold, too much to handle\nIn the black C-low, he know if she look\nShe go bye-bye with da-da and I ain't gotta say no mo'\n\nI'm \"The Truth\" like A.I., got the proof and stay fly\nIn the safest shit you could never buy\nKnow why? 'Cause I write the songs that the whole world sing\nI don't know about y'all but every night I swing\n\nIn the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes\nWith the top down screamin' out, money ain't a thang\nBubble hard in the double R, flashin' the rings\nWith the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang\n\nJigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam gleam\nAnd to Hell with the price 'cause the money ain't a thang\nPut it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang\nWhen you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang\n\nY'all wanna floss wit' us\n'Cause all across the ball we burn it up\nDrop a little paper, baby toss it up\nYa slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up\nSee the money ain't a thang\n\nYa'll shit ain't for real til y'all ship a mil'\nAnd ya hit a R and B chick and she fit the bill\nSaid she loved my necklace, started relaxin'\nNow that's what the fuck, I call a chain reaction\n\nWent from wholesome to Jigga, you awesome\nBaby, I don't play all my jewelry is light grey\nPlatinum, spend your whole life in the day\nWhat's down is a bet, roll the dice\n\nYeah, yeah, so let's play\n\nSo what you went gold and rock a Roley with the ice bezel\nIt's gon' take a lot mo' to see my level\nWhere I'm at, your check, you better double that\nAnd personally your raps is where the trouble at\n\nI'm a Benz bubble cat, leather with the wood grain\nIn the platinum frame screamin', it's not a game\nGleamin', from ear to ear, wrist to wrist, ring and chain\nEven, me and Jay-Z got it locked, crazy\n\nIn the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes\nWith the top down screamin' out, money ain't a thang\nBubble hard in the double R, flashin' the rings\nWith the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang\n\nJigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam gleam\nAnd to Hell with the price 'cause the money ain't a thang\nPut it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang\nWhen you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang\n\nY'all wanna floss wit' us\n'Cause all across the ball we burn it up\nDrop a little paper, baby toss it up\nYa slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up\nSee the money ain't a thang\n\nSo So Def, Roc-A-Fella, collabo'\nYou know, all we do is\nRock, rock on\nRock, rock on\nRock","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Money Ain’t a Thang\n  artist: Jermaine Dupri feat. JAY‐Z\n  album: Jermaine Dupri Presents… So So Def 25\n  duration_ms: 254000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Uh uh\n  So So Def\n  Yeah, yeah\n\n  In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes\n  With the top down screamin' out, money ain't a thang\n  Bubble hard in the double R, flashin' the rings\n  With the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang\n\n  Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam gleam\n  And to Hell with the price 'cause the money ain't a thang\n  Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang\n  When you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang\n\n  Come on, y'all wanna floss wit' us\n  'Cause all across the ball we burn it up\n  Drop a little paper, baby toss it up\n  Ya slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up\n  See the money ain't a thang\n\n  I flex the Rol', sign a check for yo' hoe\n  Jigga's style is love, X and O\n  Save all your accolades, just the dough\n  My game is wide, all lames aside\n\n  Tryin' to stay alive, hundred thou' for the bracelet\n  Foolish, ain't I? The chain'll strain ya eye\n  Twin platinum gun son, aim for the sky\n  Ice on my bullet, you die soon as I pull it\n\n  Willies wanna rub shoulders, your money's too young\n  See me when it gets older, ya bank account grow up\n  Mine's is one-zero-zero-zero-oh-doub'\n  Damn near out the rear trunk when I roll up\n\n  Multi 'til I close up, it's all basic\n  I been spending hundreds since they had small faces\n  Rob your stash house, doubled out down in Vegas\n  Me and J.D. got it locked crazy, where you at haters?\n\n  In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes\n  With the top down screamin' out, money ain't a thang\n  Bubble hard in the double R, flashin' the rings\n  With the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang\n\n  Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam gleam\n  And to Hell with the price 'cause the money ain't a thang\n  Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang\n  When you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang\n\n  Y'all wanna floss wit' us\n  'Cause all across the ball we burn it up\n  Drop a little paper, baby toss it up\n  Ya slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up\n  See the money ain't a thang\n\n  My cake thick, I live the life\n  Eatin' crab, watching bitches shake shit all night\n  I make the big moves, do the big things\n  Take small groups, turn them into big names\n\n  The big dog with the big chain, frostbit bracelet to match\n  Cats say, \"I'm the shit man\"\n  The type of nigga that you need in yo' crew\n  Type of dude that will do shit you won't do, can't do\n\n  Get more burn than a candle\n  Too hot to hold, too much to handle\n  In the black C-low, he know if she look\n  She go bye-bye with da-da and I ain't gotta say no mo'\n\n  I'm \"The Truth\" like A.I., got the proof and stay fly\n  In the safest shit you could never buy\n  Know why? 'Cause I write the songs that the whole world sing\n  I don't know about y'all but every night I swing\n\n  In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes\n  With the top down screamin' out, money ain't a thang\n  Bubble hard in the double R, flashin' the rings\n  With the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang\n\n  Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam gleam\n  And to Hell with the price 'cause the money ain't a thang\n  Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang\n  When you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang\n\n  Y'all wanna floss wit' us\n  'Cause all across the ball we burn it up\n  Drop a little paper, baby toss it up\n  Ya slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up\n  See the money ain't a thang\n\n  Ya'll shit ain't for real til y'all ship a mil'\n  And ya hit a R and B chick and she fit the bill\n  Said she loved my necklace, started relaxin'\n  Now that's what the fuck, I call a chain reaction\n\n  Went from wholesome to Jigga, you awesome\n  Baby, I don't play all my jewelry is light grey\n  Platinum, spend your whole life in the day\n  What's down is a bet, roll the dice\n\n  Yeah, yeah, so let's play\n\n  So what you went gold and rock a Roley with the ice bezel\n  It's gon' take a lot mo' to see my level\n  Where I'm at, your check, you better double that\n  And personally your raps is where the trouble at\n\n  I'm a Benz bubble cat, leather with the wood grain\n  In the platinum frame screamin', it's not a game\n  Gleamin', from ear to ear, wrist to wrist, ring and chain\n  Even, me and Jay-Z got it locked, crazy\n\n  In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes\n  With the top down screamin' out, money ain't a thang\n  Bubble hard in the double R, flashin' the rings\n  With the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang\n\n  Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam gleam\n  And to Hell with the price 'cause the money ain't a thang\n  Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang\n  When you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang\n\n  Y'all wanna floss wit' us\n  'Cause all across the ball we burn it up\n  Drop a little paper, baby toss it up\n  Ya slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up\n  See the money ain't a thang\n\n  So So Def, Roc-A-Fella, collabo'\n  You know, all we do is\n  Rock, rock on\n  Rock, rock on\n  Rock\n"},{"id":39620914,"name":"Money Ain’t a Thang","trackName":"Money Ain’t a Thang","artistName":"Jermaine Dupri feat. 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The chain'll strain ya eye\nTwin platinum gun son, aim for the sky\nIce on my bullet, you die soon as I pull it\n\nWillies wanna rub shoulders, your money's too young\nSee me when it gets older, ya bank account grow up\nMine's is one-zero-zero-zero-oh-doub'\nDamn near out the rear trunk when I roll up\n\nMulti 'til I close up, it's all basic\nI been spending hundreds since they had small faces\nRob your stash house, doubled out down in Vegas\nMe and J.D. got it locked crazy, where you at haters?\n\nIn the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes\nWith the top down screamin' out, money ain't a thang\nBubble hard in the double R, flashin' the rings\nWith the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang\n\nJigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam gleam\nAnd to Hell with the price 'cause the money ain't a thang\nPut it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang\nWhen you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang\n\nY'all wanna floss wit' us\n'Cause all across the ball we burn it up\nDrop a little paper, baby toss it up\nYa slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up\nSee the money ain't a thang\n\nMy cake thick, I live the life\nEatin' crab, watching bitches shake shit all night\nI make the big moves, do the big things\nTake small groups, turn them into big names\n\nThe big dog with the big chain, frostbit bracelet to match\nCats say, \"I'm the shit man\"\nThe type of nigga that you need in yo' crew\nType of dude that will do shit you won't do, can't do\n\nGet more burn than a candle\nToo hot to hold, too much to handle\nIn the black C-low, he know if she look\nShe go bye-bye with da-da and I ain't gotta say no mo'\n\nI'm \"The Truth\" like A.I., got the proof and stay fly\nIn the safest shit you could never buy\nKnow why? 'Cause I write the songs that the whole world sing\nI don't know about y'all but every night I swing\n\nIn the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes\nWith the top down screamin' out, money ain't a thang\nBubble hard in the double R, flashin' the rings\nWith the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang\n\nJigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam gleam\nAnd to Hell with the price 'cause the money ain't a thang\nPut it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang\nWhen you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang\n\nY'all wanna floss wit' us\n'Cause all across the ball we burn it up\nDrop a little paper, baby toss it up\nYa slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up\nSee the money ain't a thang\n\nYa'll shit ain't for real til y'all ship a mil'\nAnd ya hit a R and B chick and she fit the bill\nSaid she loved my necklace, started relaxin'\nNow that's what the fuck, I call a chain reaction\n\nWent from wholesome to Jigga, you awesome\nBaby, I don't play all my jewelry is light grey\nPlatinum, spend your whole life in the day\nWhat's down is a bet, roll the dice\n\nYeah, yeah, so let's play\n\nSo what you went gold and rock a Roley with the ice bezel\nIt's gon' take a lot mo' to see my level\nWhere I'm at, your check, you better double that\nAnd personally your raps is where the trouble at\n\nI'm a Benz bubble cat, leather with the wood grain\nIn the platinum frame screamin', it's not a game\nGleamin', from ear to ear, wrist to wrist, ring and chain\nEven, me and Jay-Z got it locked, crazy\n\nIn the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes\nWith the top down screamin' out, money ain't a thang\nBubble hard in the double R, flashin' the rings\nWith the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang\n\nJigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam gleam\nAnd to Hell with the price 'cause the money ain't a thang\nPut it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang\nWhen you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang\n\nY'all wanna floss wit' us\n'Cause all across the ball we burn it up\nDrop a little paper, baby toss it up\nYa slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up\nSee the money ain't a thang\n\nSo So Def, Roc-A-Fella, collabo'\nYou know, all we do is\nRock, rock on\nRock, rock on\nRock","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Money Ain’t a Thang\n  artist: Jermaine Dupri feat. JAY Z\n  album: Jermaine Dupri Presents… So So Def 25\n  duration_ms: 254253\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Uh uh\n  So So Def\n  Yeah, yeah\n\n  In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes\n  With the top down screamin' out, money ain't a thang\n  Bubble hard in the double R, flashin' the rings\n  With the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang\n\n  Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam gleam\n  And to Hell with the price 'cause the money ain't a thang\n  Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang\n  When you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang\n\n  Come on, y'all wanna floss wit' us\n  'Cause all across the ball we burn it up\n  Drop a little paper, baby toss it up\n  Ya slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up\n  See the money ain't a thang\n\n  I flex the Rol', sign a check for yo' hoe\n  Jigga's style is love, X and O\n  Save all your accolades, just the dough\n  My game is wide, all lames aside\n\n  Tryin' to stay alive, hundred thou' for the bracelet\n  Foolish, ain't I? The chain'll strain ya eye\n  Twin platinum gun son, aim for the sky\n  Ice on my bullet, you die soon as I pull it\n\n  Willies wanna rub shoulders, your money's too young\n  See me when it gets older, ya bank account grow up\n  Mine's is one-zero-zero-zero-oh-doub'\n  Damn near out the rear trunk when I roll up\n\n  Multi 'til I close up, it's all basic\n  I been spending hundreds since they had small faces\n  Rob your stash house, doubled out down in Vegas\n  Me and J.D. got it locked crazy, where you at haters?\n\n  In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes\n  With the top down screamin' out, money ain't a thang\n  Bubble hard in the double R, flashin' the rings\n  With the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang\n\n  Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam gleam\n  And to Hell with the price 'cause the money ain't a thang\n  Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang\n  When you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang\n\n  Y'all wanna floss wit' us\n  'Cause all across the ball we burn it up\n  Drop a little paper, baby toss it up\n  Ya slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up\n  See the money ain't a thang\n\n  My cake thick, I live the life\n  Eatin' crab, watching bitches shake shit all night\n  I make the big moves, do the big things\n  Take small groups, turn them into big names\n\n  The big dog with the big chain, frostbit bracelet to match\n  Cats say, \"I'm the shit man\"\n  The type of nigga that you need in yo' crew\n  Type of dude that will do shit you won't do, can't do\n\n  Get more burn than a candle\n  Too hot to hold, too much to handle\n  In the black C-low, he know if she look\n  She go bye-bye with da-da and I ain't gotta say no mo'\n\n  I'm \"The Truth\" like A.I., got the proof and stay fly\n  In the safest shit you could never buy\n  Know why? 'Cause I write the songs that the whole world sing\n  I don't know about y'all but every night I swing\n\n  In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes\n  With the top down screamin' out, money ain't a thang\n  Bubble hard in the double R, flashin' the rings\n  With the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang\n\n  Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam gleam\n  And to Hell with the price 'cause the money ain't a thang\n  Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang\n  When you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang\n\n  Y'all wanna floss wit' us\n  'Cause all across the ball we burn it up\n  Drop a little paper, baby toss it up\n  Ya slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up\n  See the money ain't a thang\n\n  Ya'll shit ain't for real til y'all ship a mil'\n  And ya hit a R and B chick and she fit the bill\n  Said she loved my necklace, started relaxin'\n  Now that's what the fuck, I call a chain reaction\n\n  Went from wholesome to Jigga, you awesome\n  Baby, I don't play all my jewelry is light grey\n  Platinum, spend your whole life in the day\n  What's down is a bet, roll the dice\n\n  Yeah, yeah, so let's play\n\n  So what you went gold and rock a Roley with the ice bezel\n  It's gon' take a lot mo' to see my level\n  Where I'm at, your check, you better double that\n  And personally your raps is where the trouble at\n\n  I'm a Benz bubble cat, leather with the wood grain\n  In the platinum frame screamin', it's not a game\n  Gleamin', from ear to ear, wrist to wrist, ring and chain\n  Even, me and Jay-Z got it locked, crazy\n\n  In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes\n  With the top down screamin' out, money ain't a thang\n  Bubble hard in the double R, flashin' the rings\n  With the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang\n\n  Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam gleam\n  And to Hell with the price 'cause the money ain't a thang\n  Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang\n  When you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang\n\n  Y'all wanna floss wit' us\n  'Cause all across the ball we burn it up\n  Drop a little paper, baby toss it up\n  Ya slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up\n  See the money ain't a thang\n\n  So So Def, Roc-A-Fella, collabo'\n  You know, all we do is\n  Rock, rock on\n  Rock, rock on\n  Rock\n"},{"id":24739312,"name":"Money Ain't a Thang (feat. 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The chain'll strain ya eye\nTwin platinum gun son, aim for the sky\nIce on my bullet, you die soon as I pull it\n\nWillies wanna rub shoulders, your money's too young\nSee me when it gets older, ya bank account grow up\nMine's is one-zero-zero-zero-oh-doub'\nDamn near out the rear trunk when I roll up\n\nMulti 'til I close up, it's all basic\nI been spending hundreds since they had small faces\nRob your stash house, doubled out down in Vegas\nMe and J.D. got it locked crazy, where you at haters?\n\nIn the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes\nWith the top down screamin' out, money ain't a thang\nBubble hard in the double R, flashin' the rings\nWith the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang\n\nJigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam gleam\nAnd to Hell with the price 'cause the money ain't a thang\nPut it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang\nWhen you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang\n\nY'all wanna floss wit' us\n'Cause all across the ball we burn it up\nDrop a little paper, baby toss it up\nYa slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up\nSee the money ain't a thang\n\nMy cake thick, I live the life\nEatin' crab, watching bitches shake shit all night\nI make the big moves, do the big things\nTake small groups, turn them into big names\n\nThe big dog with the big chain, frostbit bracelet to match\nCats say, \"I'm the shit man\"\nThe type of nigga that you need in yo' crew\nType of dude that will do shit you won't do, can't do\n\nGet more burn than a candle\nToo hot to hold, too much to handle\nIn the black C-low, he know if she look\nShe go bye-bye with da-da and I ain't gotta say no mo'\n\nI'm \"The Truth\" like A.I., got the proof and stay fly\nIn the safest shit you could never buy\nKnow why? 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The chain'll strain ya eye\n  Twin platinum gun son, aim for the sky\n  Ice on my bullet, you die soon as I pull it\n\n  Willies wanna rub shoulders, your money's too young\n  See me when it gets older, ya bank account grow up\n  Mine's is one-zero-zero-zero-oh-doub'\n  Damn near out the rear trunk when I roll up\n\n  Multi 'til I close up, it's all basic\n  I been spending hundreds since they had small faces\n  Rob your stash house, doubled out down in Vegas\n  Me and J.D. got it locked crazy, where you at haters?\n\n  In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes\n  With the top down screamin' out, money ain't a thang\n  Bubble hard in the double R, flashin' the rings\n  With the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang\n\n  Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam gleam\n  And to Hell with the price 'cause the money ain't a thang\n  Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang\n  When you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang\n\n  Y'all wanna floss wit' us\n  'Cause all across the ball we burn it up\n  Drop a little paper, baby toss it up\n  Ya slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up\n  See the money ain't a thang\n\n  My cake thick, I live the life\n  Eatin' crab, watching bitches shake shit all night\n  I make the big moves, do the big things\n  Take small groups, turn them into big names\n\n  The big dog with the big chain, frostbit bracelet to match\n  Cats say, \"I'm the shit man\"\n  The type of nigga that you need in yo' crew\n  Type of dude that will do shit you won't do, can't do\n\n  Get more burn than a candle\n  Too hot to hold, too much to handle\n  In the black C-low, he know if she look\n  She go bye-bye with da-da and I ain't gotta say no mo'\n\n  I'm \"The Truth\" like A.I., got the proof and stay fly\n  In the safest shit you could never buy\n  Know why? 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The chain'll strain ya eye\n  Twin platinum gun son, aim for the sky\n  Ice on my bullet, you die soon as I pull it\n  Willies wanna rub shoulders, your money's too young\n  See me when it gets older, ya bank account grow up\n  Mine's is one-zero-zero-zero-oh-doub'\n  Damn near out the rear trunk when I roll up\n  Multi til I close up, it's all basic\n  I been spending hundreds since they had small faces\n  Rob your stash house, doubled out down in Vegas\n  Me and J.D. got it locked crazy\n  Where you at haters?\n\n  Chorus\n\n  (Jermaine Dupri)\n  My cake thick, I live the life\n  Eatin' crab, watching bitches shake shit all night\n  I make the big moves, do the big things\n  Take small groups, turn them into big names\n  The big dog with the big chain, frostbit bracelet to match\n  Cats say I'm the shit man\n  The type of nigga that you need in yo' crew\n  Type of dude that will do shit you won't do, can't do\n  Get more burn than a candle\n  Too hot to hold, too much to handle\n  In the black C-low, he know if she look\n  She go bye-bye with da-da and I ain't gotta say no mo'\n  I'm \"The Truth\" like A.I., got the proof and stay fly\n  In the safest shit you could never buy\n  Know why? Cause I write the songs that the whole world sing\n  I don't know about y'all but every night I swing\n\n  Chorus\n\n  (Jay-Z)\n  Ya'll shit ain't for real til y'all ship a mil'\n  And ya hit a R&B chick and she fit the bill\n  Said she loved my necklace, started relaxin\n  Now that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction\n  Went from wholesome to Jigga, you awe-some\n  Baby, I don't play all my jewelry is light grey\n  Platinum, spend your whole life in the day\n  What's down is a bet, roll the dice\n\n  (Jermaine Dupri)\n  Yeah, yeah, so let's play\n  So what you went gold and rock a Roley with the ice bezel\n  It's gon' take a lot mo' to see my level\n  Where I'm at, your check, you better double that\n  And personally your raps is where the trouble at\n  I'm a Benz bubble cat, leather with the wood grain\n  In the platinum frame screamin it's not a game\n  Gleamin, from ear to ear, wrist to wrist, ring and chain\n  Even me and Jay-Z got it locked, crazy\n\n  Chorus\n\n  (Jermaine Dupri)\n  So So Def, Roc-A-Fella, collabo'\n  You know, all we do is.\n\n  Rock, rock on (*repeat to fade*)\n"},{"id":1847647,"name":"Money Ain't A Thang","trackName":"Money Ain't A Thang","artistName":"Jermaine Dupri","albumName":"Y'all Know What This Is...The Hits (Explicit Version)","duration":254.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Feat.Jay-Z)\n\nUh uh\nSo So Def\nYeah, yeah\n\nChorus: Jermaine Dupri and Jay-Z\n\n(Jermaine Dupri)\nIn the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin four lanes\nWith the top down screamin out, money ain't a thang\n(Jay-Z)\nBubble hard in the double R flashin the rings\nWith the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang\n(Jermaine Dupri)\nJigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam gleam\nAnd to hell with the price cause the money ain't a thang\n(Jay-Z)\nPut it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang\nWhen you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang\n\n(Jermaine Dupri)\nCome on, y'all wanna floss wit us\nCause all across the ball we burn it up\nDrop a little paper, baby toss it up\nYa slackin on your pimpin, turn it up\nSee the money ain't a thang\n\n(Jay-Z)\nI flex the Rol', sign a check for yo' hoe\nJigga's style is love, X and O\nSave all your accolades, just the dough\nMy game is wide, all lames aside\nTryin to stay alive, hundred thou' for the bracelet\nFoolish, ain't I? The chain'll strain ya eye\nTwin platinum gun son, aim for the sky\nIce on my bullet, you die soon as I pull it\nWillies wanna rub shoulders, your money's too young\nSee me when it gets older, ya bank account grow up\nMine's is one-zero-zero-zero-oh-doub'\nDamn near out the rear trunk when I roll up\nMulti til I close up, it's all basic\nI been spending hundreds since they had small faces\nRob your stash house, doubled out down in Vegas\nMe and J.D. got it locked crazy\nWhere you at haters?\n\nChorus\n\n(Jermaine Dupri)\nMy cake thick, I live the life\nEatin' crab, watching bitches shake shit all night\nI make the big moves, do the big things\nTake small groups, turn them into big names\nThe big dog with the big chain, frostbit bracelet to match\nCats say I'm the shit man\nThe type of nigga that you need in yo' crew\nType of dude that will do shit you won't do, can't do\nGet more burn than a candle\nToo hot to hold, too much to handle\nIn the black C-low, he know if she look\nShe go bye-bye with da-da and I ain't gotta say no mo'\nI'm \"The Truth\" like A.I., got the proof and stay fly\nIn the safest shit you could never buy\nKnow why? Cause I write the songs that the whole world sing\nI don't know about y'all but every night I swing\n\nChorus\n\n(Jay-Z)\nYa'll shit ain't for real til y'all ship a mil'\nAnd ya hit a R&B chick and she fit the bill\nSaid she loved my necklace, started relaxin\nNow that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction\nWent from wholesome to Jigga, you awe-some\nBaby, I don't play all my jewelry is light grey\nPlatinum, spend your whole life in the day\nWhat's down is a bet, roll the dice\n\n(Jermaine Dupri)\nYeah, yeah, so let's play\nSo what you went gold and rock a Roley with the ice bezel\nIt's gon' take a lot mo' to see my level\nWhere I'm at, your check, you better double that\nAnd personally your raps is where the trouble at\nI'm a Benz bubble cat, leather with the wood grain\nIn the platinum frame screamin it's not a game\nGleamin, from ear to ear, wrist to wrist, ring and chain\nEven me and Jay-Z got it locked, crazy\n\nChorus\n\n(Jermaine Dupri)\nSo So Def, Roc-A-Fella, collabo'\nYou know, all we do is.\n\nRock, rock on (*repeat to fade*)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Money Ain't A Thang\n  artist: Jermaine Dupri\n  album: Y'all Know What This Is...The Hits (Explicit Version)\n  duration_ms: 254000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Feat.Jay-Z)\n\n  Uh uh\n  So So Def\n  Yeah, yeah\n\n  Chorus: Jermaine Dupri and Jay-Z\n\n  (Jermaine Dupri)\n  In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin four lanes\n  With the top down screamin out, money ain't a thang\n  (Jay-Z)\n  Bubble hard in the double R flashin the rings\n  With the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang\n  (Jermaine Dupri)\n  Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam gleam\n  And to hell with the price cause the money ain't a thang\n  (Jay-Z)\n  Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang\n  When you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang\n\n  (Jermaine Dupri)\n  Come on, y'all wanna floss wit us\n  Cause all across the ball we burn it up\n  Drop a little paper, baby toss it up\n  Ya slackin on your pimpin, turn it up\n  See the money ain't a thang\n\n  (Jay-Z)\n  I flex the Rol', sign a check for yo' hoe\n  Jigga's style is love, X and O\n  Save all your accolades, just the dough\n  My game is wide, all lames aside\n  Tryin to stay alive, hundred thou' for the bracelet\n  Foolish, ain't I? The chain'll strain ya eye\n  Twin platinum gun son, aim for the sky\n  Ice on my bullet, you die soon as I pull it\n  Willies wanna rub shoulders, your money's too young\n  See me when it gets older, ya bank account grow up\n  Mine's is one-zero-zero-zero-oh-doub'\n  Damn near out the rear trunk when I roll up\n  Multi til I close up, it's all basic\n  I been spending hundreds since they had small faces\n  Rob your stash house, doubled out down in Vegas\n  Me and J.D. got it locked crazy\n  Where you at haters?\n\n  Chorus\n\n  (Jermaine Dupri)\n  My cake thick, I live the life\n  Eatin' crab, watching bitches shake shit all night\n  I make the big moves, do the big things\n  Take small groups, turn them into big names\n  The big dog with the big chain, frostbit bracelet to match\n  Cats say I'm the shit man\n  The type of nigga that you need in yo' crew\n  Type of dude that will do shit you won't do, can't do\n  Get more burn than a candle\n  Too hot to hold, too much to handle\n  In the black C-low, he know if she look\n  She go bye-bye with da-da and I ain't gotta say no mo'\n  I'm \"The Truth\" like A.I., got the proof and stay fly\n  In the safest shit you could never buy\n  Know why? Cause I write the songs that the whole world sing\n  I don't know about y'all but every night I swing\n\n  Chorus\n\n  (Jay-Z)\n  Ya'll shit ain't for real til y'all ship a mil'\n  And ya hit a R&B chick and she fit the bill\n  Said she loved my necklace, started relaxin\n  Now that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction\n  Went from wholesome to Jigga, you awe-some\n  Baby, I don't play all my jewelry is light grey\n  Platinum, spend your whole life in the day\n  What's down is a bet, roll the dice\n\n  (Jermaine Dupri)\n  Yeah, yeah, so let's play\n  So what you went gold and rock a Roley with the ice bezel\n  It's gon' take a lot mo' to see my level\n  Where I'm at, your check, you better double that\n  And personally your raps is where the trouble at\n  I'm a Benz bubble cat, leather with the wood grain\n  In the platinum frame screamin it's not a game\n  Gleamin, from ear to ear, wrist to wrist, ring and chain\n  Even me and Jay-Z got it locked, crazy\n\n  Chorus\n\n  (Jermaine Dupri)\n  So So Def, Roc-A-Fella, collabo'\n  You know, all we do is.\n\n  Rock, rock on (*repeat to fade*)\n"},{"id":29983215,"name":"Money Ain't a Thang","trackName":"Money Ain't a Thang","artistName":"Jermaine Dupri","albumName":"Old School","duration":254.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Feat.Jay-Z)\n\nUh uh\nSo So Def\nYeah, yeah\n\nChorus: Jermaine Dupri and Jay-Z\n\n(Jermaine Dupri)\nIn the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin four lanes\nWith the top down screamin out, money ain't a thang\n(Jay-Z)\nBubble hard in the double R flashin the rings\nWith the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang\n(Jermaine Dupri)\nJigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam gleam\nAnd to hell with the price cause the money ain't a thang\n(Jay-Z)\nPut it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang\nWhen you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang\n\n(Jermaine Dupri)\nCome on, y'all wanna floss wit us\nCause all across the ball we burn it up\nDrop a little paper, baby toss it up\nYa slackin on your pimpin, turn it up\nSee the money ain't a thang\n\n(Jay-Z)\nI flex the Rol', sign a check for yo' hoe\nJigga's style is love, X and O\nSave all your accolades, just the dough\nMy game is wide, all lames aside\nTryin to stay alive, hundred thou' for the bracelet\nFoolish, ain't I? The chain'll strain ya eye\nTwin platinum gun son, aim for the sky\nIce on my bullet, you die soon as I pull it\nWillies wanna rub shoulders, your money's too young\nSee me when it gets older, ya bank account grow up\nMine's is one-zero-zero-zero-oh-doub'\nDamn near out the rear trunk when I roll up\nMulti til I close up, it's all basic\nI been spending hundreds since they had small faces\nRob your stash house, doubled out down in Vegas\nMe and J.D. got it locked crazy\nWhere you at haters?\n\nChorus\n\n(Jermaine Dupri)\nMy cake thick, I live the life\nEatin' crab, watching bitches shake shit all night\nI make the big moves, do the big things\nTake small groups, turn them into big names\nThe big dog with the big chain, frostbit bracelet to match\nCats say I'm the shit man\nThe type of nigga that you need in yo' crew\nType of dude that will do shit you won't do, can't do\nGet more burn than a candle\nToo hot to hold, too much to handle\nIn the black C-low, he know if she look\nShe go bye-bye with da-da and I ain't gotta say no mo'\nI'm \"The Truth\" like A.I., got the proof and stay fly\nIn the safest shit you could never buy\nKnow why? Cause I write the songs that the whole world sing\nI don't know about y'all but every night I swing\n\nChorus\n\n(Jay-Z)\nYa'll shit ain't for real til y'all ship a mil'\nAnd ya hit a R&B chick and she fit the bill\nSaid she loved my necklace, started relaxin\nNow that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction\nWent from wholesome to Jigga, you awe-some\nBaby, I don't play all my jewelry is light grey\nPlatinum, spend your whole life in the day\nWhat's down is a bet, roll the dice\n\n(Jermaine Dupri)\nYeah, yeah, so let's play\nSo what you went gold and rock a Roley with the ice bezel\nIt's gon' take a lot mo' to see my level\nWhere I'm at, your check, you better double that\nAnd personally your raps is where the trouble at\nI'm a Benz bubble cat, leather with the wood grain\nIn the platinum frame screamin it's not a game\nGleamin, from ear to ear, wrist to wrist, ring and chain\nEven me and Jay-Z got it locked, crazy\n\nChorus\n\n(Jermaine Dupri)\nSo So Def, Roc-A-Fella, collabo'\nYou know, all we do is.\n\nRock, rock on (*repeat to fade*)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Money Ain't a Thang\n  artist: Jermaine Dupri\n  album: Old School\n  duration_ms: 254000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Feat.Jay-Z)\n\n  Uh uh\n  So So Def\n  Yeah, yeah\n\n  Chorus: Jermaine Dupri and Jay-Z\n\n  (Jermaine Dupri)\n  In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin four lanes\n  With the top down screamin out, money ain't a thang\n  (Jay-Z)\n  Bubble hard in the double R flashin the rings\n  With the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang\n  (Jermaine Dupri)\n  Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam gleam\n  And to hell with the price cause the money ain't a thang\n  (Jay-Z)\n  Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang\n  When you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang\n\n  (Jermaine Dupri)\n  Come on, y'all wanna floss wit us\n  Cause all across the ball we burn it up\n  Drop a little paper, baby toss it up\n  Ya slackin on your pimpin, turn it up\n  See the money ain't a thang\n\n  (Jay-Z)\n  I flex the Rol', sign a check for yo' hoe\n  Jigga's style is love, X and O\n  Save all your accolades, just the dough\n  My game is wide, all lames aside\n  Tryin to stay alive, hundred thou' for the bracelet\n  Foolish, ain't I? The chain'll strain ya eye\n  Twin platinum gun son, aim for the sky\n  Ice on my bullet, you die soon as I pull it\n  Willies wanna rub shoulders, your money's too young\n  See me when it gets older, ya bank account grow up\n  Mine's is one-zero-zero-zero-oh-doub'\n  Damn near out the rear trunk when I roll up\n  Multi til I close up, it's all basic\n  I been spending hundreds since they had small faces\n  Rob your stash house, doubled out down in Vegas\n  Me and J.D. got it locked crazy\n  Where you at haters?\n\n  Chorus\n\n  (Jermaine Dupri)\n  My cake thick, I live the life\n  Eatin' crab, watching bitches shake shit all night\n  I make the big moves, do the big things\n  Take small groups, turn them into big names\n  The big dog with the big chain, frostbit bracelet to match\n  Cats say I'm the shit man\n  The type of nigga that you need in yo' crew\n  Type of dude that will do shit you won't do, can't do\n  Get more burn than a candle\n  Too hot to hold, too much to handle\n  In the black C-low, he know if she look\n  She go bye-bye with da-da and I ain't gotta say no mo'\n  I'm \"The Truth\" like A.I., got the proof and stay fly\n  In the safest shit you could never buy\n  Know why? Cause I write the songs that the whole world sing\n  I don't know about y'all but every night I swing\n\n  Chorus\n\n  (Jay-Z)\n  Ya'll shit ain't for real til y'all ship a mil'\n  And ya hit a R&B chick and she fit the bill\n  Said she loved my necklace, started relaxin\n  Now that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction\n  Went from wholesome to Jigga, you awe-some\n  Baby, I don't play all my jewelry is light grey\n  Platinum, spend your whole life in the day\n  What's down is a bet, roll the dice\n\n  (Jermaine Dupri)\n  Yeah, yeah, so let's play\n  So what you went gold and rock a Roley with the ice bezel\n  It's gon' take a lot mo' to see my level\n  Where I'm at, your check, you better double that\n  And personally your raps is where the trouble at\n  I'm a Benz bubble cat, leather with the wood grain\n  In the platinum frame screamin it's not a game\n  Gleamin, from ear to ear, wrist to wrist, ring and chain\n  Even me and Jay-Z got it locked, crazy\n\n  Chorus\n\n  (Jermaine Dupri)\n  So So Def, Roc-A-Fella, collabo'\n  You know, all we do is.\n\n  Rock, rock on (*repeat to fade*)\n"},{"id":32354133,"name":"Money Ain't a Thang","trackName":"Money Ain't a Thang","artistName":"Jermaine Dupri","albumName":"Life In 1472 (The Original Soundtrack) [Clean]","duration":254.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Feat.Jay-Z)\n\nUh uh\nSo So Def\nYeah, yeah\n\nChorus: Jermaine Dupri and Jay-Z\n\n(Jermaine Dupri)\nIn the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin four lanes\nWith the top down screamin out, money ain't a thang\n(Jay-Z)\nBubble hard in the double R flashin the rings\nWith the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang\n(Jermaine Dupri)\nJigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam gleam\nAnd to hell with the price cause the money ain't a thang\n(Jay-Z)\nPut it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang\nWhen you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang\n\n(Jermaine Dupri)\nCome on, y'all wanna floss wit us\nCause all across the ball we burn it up\nDrop a little paper, baby toss it up\nYa slackin on your pimpin, turn it up\nSee the money ain't a thang\n\n(Jay-Z)\nI flex the Rol', sign a check for yo' hoe\nJigga's style is love, X and O\nSave all your accolades, just the dough\nMy game is wide, all lames aside\nTryin to stay alive, hundred thou' for the bracelet\nFoolish, ain't I? The chain'll strain ya eye\nTwin platinum gun son, aim for the sky\nIce on my bullet, you die soon as I pull it\nWillies wanna rub shoulders, your money's too young\nSee me when it gets older, ya bank account grow up\nMine's is one-zero-zero-zero-oh-doub'\nDamn near out the rear trunk when I roll up\nMulti til I close up, it's all basic\nI been spending hundreds since they had small faces\nRob your stash house, doubled out down in Vegas\nMe and J.D. got it locked crazy\nWhere you at haters?\n\nChorus\n\n(Jermaine Dupri)\nMy cake thick, I live the life\nEatin' crab, watching bitches shake shit all night\nI make the big moves, do the big things\nTake small groups, turn them into big names\nThe big dog with the big chain, frostbit bracelet to match\nCats say I'm the shit man\nThe type of nigga that you need in yo' crew\nType of dude that will do shit you won't do, can't do\nGet more burn than a candle\nToo hot to hold, too much to handle\nIn the black C-low, he know if she look\nShe go bye-bye with da-da and I ain't gotta say no mo'\nI'm \"The Truth\" like A.I., got the proof and stay fly\nIn the safest shit you could never buy\nKnow why? Cause I write the songs that the whole world sing\nI don't know about y'all but every night I swing\n\nChorus\n\n(Jay-Z)\nYa'll shit ain't for real til y'all ship a mil'\nAnd ya hit a R&B chick and she fit the bill\nSaid she loved my necklace, started relaxin\nNow that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction\nWent from wholesome to Jigga, you awe-some\nBaby, I don't play all my jewelry is light grey\nPlatinum, spend your whole life in the day\nWhat's down is a bet, roll the dice\n\n(Jermaine Dupri)\nYeah, yeah, so let's play\nSo what you went gold and rock a Roley with the ice bezel\nIt's gon' take a lot mo' to see my level\nWhere I'm at, your check, you better double that\nAnd personally your raps is where the trouble at\nI'm a Benz bubble cat, leather with the wood grain\nIn the platinum frame screamin it's not a game\nGleamin, from ear to ear, wrist to wrist, ring and chain\nEven me and Jay-Z got it locked, crazy\n\nChorus\n\n(Jermaine Dupri)\nSo So Def, Roc-A-Fella, collabo'\nYou know, all we do is.\n\nRock, rock on (*repeat to fade*)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Money Ain't a Thang\n  artist: Jermaine Dupri\n  album: Life In 1472 (The Original Soundtrack) [Clean]\n  duration_ms: 254000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Feat.Jay-Z)\n\n  Uh uh\n  So So Def\n  Yeah, yeah\n\n  Chorus: Jermaine Dupri and Jay-Z\n\n  (Jermaine Dupri)\n  In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin four lanes\n  With the top down screamin out, money ain't a thang\n  (Jay-Z)\n  Bubble hard in the double R flashin the rings\n  With the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang\n  (Jermaine Dupri)\n  Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam gleam\n  And to hell with the price cause the money ain't a thang\n  (Jay-Z)\n  Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang\n  When you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang\n\n  (Jermaine Dupri)\n  Come on, y'all wanna floss wit us\n  Cause all across the ball we burn it up\n  Drop a little paper, baby toss it up\n  Ya slackin on your pimpin, turn it up\n  See the money ain't a thang\n\n  (Jay-Z)\n  I flex the Rol', sign a check for yo' hoe\n  Jigga's style is love, X and O\n  Save all your accolades, just the dough\n  My game is wide, all lames aside\n  Tryin to stay alive, hundred thou' for the bracelet\n  Foolish, ain't I? The chain'll strain ya eye\n  Twin platinum gun son, aim for the sky\n  Ice on my bullet, you die soon as I pull it\n  Willies wanna rub shoulders, your money's too young\n  See me when it gets older, ya bank account grow up\n  Mine's is one-zero-zero-zero-oh-doub'\n  Damn near out the rear trunk when I roll up\n  Multi til I close up, it's all basic\n  I been spending hundreds since they had small faces\n  Rob your stash house, doubled out down in Vegas\n  Me and J.D. got it locked crazy\n  Where you at haters?\n\n  Chorus\n\n  (Jermaine Dupri)\n  My cake thick, I live the life\n  Eatin' crab, watching bitches shake shit all night\n  I make the big moves, do the big things\n  Take small groups, turn them into big names\n  The big dog with the big chain, frostbit bracelet to match\n  Cats say I'm the shit man\n  The type of nigga that you need in yo' crew\n  Type of dude that will do shit you won't do, can't do\n  Get more burn than a candle\n  Too hot to hold, too much to handle\n  In the black C-low, he know if she look\n  She go bye-bye with da-da and I ain't gotta say no mo'\n  I'm \"The Truth\" like A.I., got the proof and stay fly\n  In the safest shit you could never buy\n  Know why? 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The chain'll strain ya eye\nTwin platinum gun son, aim for the sky\nIce on my bullet, you die soon as I pull it\nWillies wanna rub shoulders, your money's too young\nSee me when it gets older, ya bank account grow up\nMine's is one-zero-zero-zero-oh-doub'\nDamn near out the rear trunk when I roll up\nMulti til I close up, it's all basic\nI been spending hundreds since they had small faces\nRob your stash house, doubled out down in Vegas\nMe and J.D. got it locked crazy\nWhere you at haters?\n\nChorus\n\n(Jermaine Dupri)\nMy cake thick, I live the life\nEatin' crab, watching bitches shake shit all night\nI make the big moves, do the big things\nTake small groups, turn them into big names\nThe big dog with the big chain, frostbit bracelet to match\nCats say I'm the shit man\nThe type of nigga that you need in yo' crew\nType of dude that will do shit you won't do, can't do\nGet more burn than a candle\nToo hot to hold, too much to handle\nIn the black C-low, he know if she look\nShe go bye-bye with da-da and I ain't gotta say no mo'\nI'm \"The Truth\" like A.I., got the proof and stay fly\nIn the safest shit you could never buy\nKnow why? Cause I write the songs that the whole world sing\nI don't know about y'all but every night I swing\n\nChorus\n\n(Jay-Z)\nYa'll shit ain't for real til y'all ship a mil'\nAnd ya hit a R&B chick and she fit the bill\nSaid she loved my necklace, started relaxin\nNow that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction\nWent from wholesome to Jigga, you awe-some\nBaby, I don't play all my jewelry is light grey\nPlatinum, spend your whole life in the day\nWhat's down is a bet, roll the dice\n\n(Jermaine Dupri)\nYeah, yeah, so let's play\nSo what you went gold and rock a Roley with the ice bezel\nIt's gon' take a lot mo' to see my level\nWhere I'm at, your check, you better double that\nAnd personally your raps is where the trouble at\nI'm a Benz bubble cat, leather with the wood grain\nIn the platinum frame screamin it's not a game\nGleamin, from ear to ear, wrist to wrist, ring and chain\nEven me and Jay-Z got it locked, crazy\n\nChorus\n\n(Jermaine Dupri)\nSo So Def, Roc-A-Fella, collabo'\nYou know, all we do is.\n\nRock, rock on (*repeat to fade*)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Money Ain't A Thang\n  artist: Jermaine Dupri\n  album: Y'all Know What This Is... 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The chain'll strain ya eye\n  Twin platinum gun son, aim for the sky\n  Ice on my bullet, you die soon as I pull it\n  Willies wanna rub shoulders, your money's too young\n  See me when it gets older, ya bank account grow up\n  Mine's is one-zero-zero-zero-oh-doub'\n  Damn near out the rear trunk when I roll up\n  Multi til I close up, it's all basic\n  I been spending hundreds since they had small faces\n  Rob your stash house, doubled out down in Vegas\n  Me and J.D. got it locked crazy\n  Where you at haters?\n\n  Chorus\n\n  (Jermaine Dupri)\n  My cake thick, I live the life\n  Eatin' crab, watching bitches shake shit all night\n  I make the big moves, do the big things\n  Take small groups, turn them into big names\n  The big dog with the big chain, frostbit bracelet to match\n  Cats say I'm the shit man\n  The type of nigga that you need in yo' crew\n  Type of dude that will do shit you won't do, can't do\n  Get more burn than a candle\n  Too hot to hold, too much to handle\n  In the black C-low, he know if she look\n  She go bye-bye with da-da and I ain't gotta say no mo'\n  I'm \"The Truth\" like A.I., got the proof and stay fly\n  In the safest shit you could never buy\n  Know why? 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The chain'll strain ya eye\nTwin platinum gun son, aim for the sky\nIce on my bullet, you die soon as I pull it\nWillies wanna rub shoulders, your money's too young\nSee me when it gets older, ya bank account grow up\nMine's is one-zero-zero-zero-oh-doub'\nDamn near out the rear trunk when I roll up\nMulti til I close up, it's all basic\nI been spending hundreds since they had small faces\nRob your stash house, doubled out down in Vegas\nMe and J.D. got it locked crazy\nWhere you at haters?\n\nChorus\n\n(Jermaine Dupri)\nMy cake thick, I live the life\nEatin' crab, watching bitches shake shit all night\nI make the big moves, do the big things\nTake small groups, turn them into big names\nThe big dog with the big chain, frostbit bracelet to match\nCats say I'm the shit man\nThe type of nigga that you need in yo' crew\nType of dude that will do shit you won't do, can't do\nGet more burn than a candle\nToo hot to hold, too much to handle\nIn the black C-low, he know if she look\nShe go bye-bye with da-da and I ain't gotta say no mo'\nI'm \"The Truth\" like A.I., got the proof and stay fly\nIn the safest shit you could never buy\nKnow why? 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The chain'll strain ya eye\n  Twin platinum gun son, aim for the sky\n  Ice on my bullet, you die soon as I pull it\n  Willies wanna rub shoulders, your money's too young\n  See me when it gets older, ya bank account grow up\n  Mine's is one-zero-zero-zero-oh-doub'\n  Damn near out the rear trunk when I roll up\n  Multi til I close up, it's all basic\n  I been spending hundreds since they had small faces\n  Rob your stash house, doubled out down in Vegas\n  Me and J.D. got it locked crazy\n  Where you at haters?\n\n  Chorus\n\n  (Jermaine Dupri)\n  My cake thick, I live the life\n  Eatin' crab, watching bitches shake shit all night\n  I make the big moves, do the big things\n  Take small groups, turn them into big names\n  The big dog with the big chain, frostbit bracelet to match\n  Cats say I'm the shit man\n  The type of nigga that you need in yo' crew\n  Type of dude that will do shit you won't do, can't do\n  Get more burn than a candle\n  Too hot to hold, too much to handle\n  In the black C-low, he know if she look\n  She go bye-bye with da-da and I ain't gotta say no mo'\n  I'm \"The Truth\" like A.I., got the proof and stay fly\n  In the safest shit you could never buy\n  Know why? 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The chain'll strain ya eye\nTwin platinum gun son, aim for the sky\nIce on my bullet, you die soon as I pull it\nWillies wanna rub shoulders, your money's too young\nSee me when it gets older, ya bank account grow up\nMine's is one-zero-zero-zero-oh-doub'\nDamn near out the rear trunk when I roll up\nMulti til I close up, it's all basic\nI been spending hundreds since they had small faces\nRob your stash house, doubled out down in Vegas\nMe and J.D. got it locked crazy\nWhere you at haters?\n\nChorus\n\n(Jermaine Dupri)\nMy cake thick, I live the life\nEatin' crab, watching bitches shake shit all night\nI make the big moves, do the big things\nTake small groups, turn them into big names\nThe big dog with the big chain, frostbit bracelet to match\nCats say I'm the shit man\nThe type of nigga that you need in yo' crew\nType of dude that will do shit you won't do, can't do\nGet more burn than a candle\nToo hot to hold, too much to handle\nIn the black C-low, he know if she look\nShe go bye-bye with da-da and I ain't gotta say no mo'\nI'm \"The Truth\" like A.I., got the proof and stay fly\nIn the safest shit you could never buy\nKnow why? Cause I write the songs that the whole world sing\nI don't know about y'all but every night I swing\n\nChorus\n\n(Jay-Z)\nYa'll shit ain't for real til y'all ship a mil'\nAnd ya hit a R&B chick and she fit the bill\nSaid she loved my necklace, started relaxin\nNow that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction\nWent from wholesome to Jigga, you awe-some\nBaby, I don't play all my jewelry is light grey\nPlatinum, spend your whole life in the day\nWhat's down is a bet, roll the dice\n\n(Jermaine Dupri)\nYeah, yeah, so let's play\nSo what you went gold and rock a Roley with the ice bezel\nIt's gon' take a lot mo' to see my level\nWhere I'm at, your check, you better double that\nAnd personally your raps is where the trouble at\nI'm a Benz bubble cat, leather with the wood grain\nIn the platinum frame screamin it's not a game\nGleamin, from ear to ear, wrist to wrist, ring and chain\nEven me and Jay-Z got it locked, crazy\n\nChorus\n\n(Jermaine Dupri)\nSo So Def, Roc-A-Fella, collabo'\nYou know, all we do is.\n\nRock, rock on (*repeat to fade*)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Money Ain't a Thang\n  artist: Jermaine Dupri\n  album: Life In 1472\n  duration_ms: 254000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (feat.Jay-Z)\n\n  Uh uh\n  So So Def\n  Yeah, yeah\n\n  Chorus: Jermaine Dupri and Jay-Z\n\n  (Jermaine Dupri)\n  In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin four lanes\n  With the top down screamin out, money ain't a thang\n  (Jay-Z)\n  Bubble hard in the double R flashin the rings\n  With the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang\n  (Jermaine Dupri)\n  Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam gleam\n  And to hell with the price cause the money ain't a thang\n  (Jay-Z)\n  Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang\n  When you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang\n\n  (Jermaine Dupri)\n  Come on, y'all wanna floss wit us\n  Cause all across the ball we burn it up\n  Drop a little paper, baby toss it up\n  Ya slackin on your pimpin, turn it up\n  See the money ain't a thang\n\n  (Jay-Z)\n  I flex the Rol', sign a check for yo' hoe\n  Jigga's style is love, X and O\n  Save all your accolades, just the dough\n  My game is wide, all lames aside\n  Tryin to stay alive, hundred thou' for the bracelet\n  Foolish, ain't I? The chain'll strain ya eye\n  Twin platinum gun son, aim for the sky\n  Ice on my bullet, you die soon as I pull it\n  Willies wanna rub shoulders, your money's too young\n  See me when it gets older, ya bank account grow up\n  Mine's is one-zero-zero-zero-oh-doub'\n  Damn near out the rear trunk when I roll up\n  Multi til I close up, it's all basic\n  I been spending hundreds since they had small faces\n  Rob your stash house, doubled out down in Vegas\n  Me and J.D. got it locked crazy\n  Where you at haters?\n\n  Chorus\n\n  (Jermaine Dupri)\n  My cake thick, I live the life\n  Eatin' crab, watching bitches shake shit all night\n  I make the big moves, do the big things\n  Take small groups, turn them into big names\n  The big dog with the big chain, frostbit bracelet to match\n  Cats say I'm the shit man\n  The type of nigga that you need in yo' crew\n  Type of dude that will do shit you won't do, can't do\n  Get more burn than a candle\n  Too hot to hold, too much to handle\n  In the black C-low, he know if she look\n  She go bye-bye with da-da and I ain't gotta say no mo'\n  I'm \"The Truth\" like A.I., got the proof and stay fly\n  In the safest shit you could never buy\n  Know why? Cause I write the songs that the whole world sing\n  I don't know about y'all but every night I swing\n\n  Chorus\n\n  (Jay-Z)\n  Ya'll shit ain't for real til y'all ship a mil'\n  And ya hit a R&B chick and she fit the bill\n  Said she loved my necklace, started relaxin\n  Now that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction\n  Went from wholesome to Jigga, you awe-some\n  Baby, I don't play all my jewelry is light grey\n  Platinum, spend your whole life in the day\n  What's down is a bet, roll the dice\n\n  (Jermaine Dupri)\n  Yeah, yeah, so let's play\n  So what you went gold and rock a Roley with the ice bezel\n  It's gon' take a lot mo' to see my level\n  Where I'm at, your check, you better double that\n  And personally your raps is where the trouble at\n  I'm a Benz bubble cat, leather with the wood grain\n  In the platinum frame screamin it's not a game\n  Gleamin, from ear to ear, wrist to wrist, ring and chain\n  Even me and Jay-Z got it locked, crazy\n\n  Chorus\n\n  (Jermaine Dupri)\n  So So Def, Roc-A-Fella, collabo'\n  You know, all we do is.\n\n  Rock, rock on (*repeat to fade*)\n"},{"id":9487781,"name":"Money Ain't a Thang","trackName":"Money Ain't a Thang","artistName":"Jermaine Dupri","albumName":"Life In 1472 (The Original Soundtrack)","duration":254.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(feat.Jay-Z)\n\nUh uh\nSo So Def\nYeah, yeah\n\nChorus: Jermaine Dupri and Jay-Z\n\n(Jermaine Dupri)\nIn the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin four lanes\nWith the top down screamin out, money ain't a thang\n(Jay-Z)\nBubble hard in the double R flashin the rings\nWith the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang\n(Jermaine Dupri)\nJigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam gleam\nAnd to hell with the price cause the money ain't a thang\n(Jay-Z)\nPut it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang\nWhen you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang\n\n(Jermaine Dupri)\nCome on, y'all wanna floss wit us\nCause all across the ball we burn it up\nDrop a little paper, baby toss it up\nYa slackin on your pimpin, turn it up\nSee the money ain't a thang\n\n(Jay-Z)\nI flex the Rol', sign a check for yo' hoe\nJigga's style is love, X and O\nSave all your accolades, just the dough\nMy game is wide, all lames aside\nTryin to stay alive, hundred thou' for the bracelet\nFoolish, ain't I? The chain'll strain ya eye\nTwin platinum gun son, aim for the sky\nIce on my bullet, you die soon as I pull it\nWillies wanna rub shoulders, your money's too young\nSee me when it gets older, ya bank account grow up\nMine's is one-zero-zero-zero-oh-doub'\nDamn near out the rear trunk when I roll up\nMulti til I close up, it's all basic\nI been spending hundreds since they had small faces\nRob your stash house, doubled out down in Vegas\nMe and J.D. got it locked crazy\nWhere you at haters?\n\nChorus\n\n(Jermaine Dupri)\nMy cake thick, I live the life\nEatin' crab, watching bitches shake shit all night\nI make the big moves, do the big things\nTake small groups, turn them into big names\nThe big dog with the big chain, frostbit bracelet to match\nCats say I'm the shit man\nThe type of nigga that you need in yo' crew\nType of dude that will do shit you won't do, can't do\nGet more burn than a candle\nToo hot to hold, too much to handle\nIn the black C-low, he know if she look\nShe go bye-bye with da-da and I ain't gotta say no mo'\nI'm \"The Truth\" like A.I., got the proof and stay fly\nIn the safest shit you could never buy\nKnow why? Cause I write the songs that the whole world sing\nI don't know about y'all but every night I swing\n\nChorus\n\n(Jay-Z)\nYa'll shit ain't for real til y'all ship a mil'\nAnd ya hit a R&B chick and she fit the bill\nSaid she loved my necklace, started relaxin\nNow that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction\nWent from wholesome to Jigga, you awe-some\nBaby, I don't play all my jewelry is light grey\nPlatinum, spend your whole life in the day\nWhat's down is a bet, roll the dice\n\n(Jermaine Dupri)\nYeah, yeah, so let's play\nSo what you went gold and rock a Roley with the ice bezel\nIt's gon' take a lot mo' to see my level\nWhere I'm at, your check, you better double that\nAnd personally your raps is where the trouble at\nI'm a Benz bubble cat, leather with the wood grain\nIn the platinum frame screamin it's not a game\nGleamin, from ear to ear, wrist to wrist, ring and chain\nEven me and Jay-Z got it locked, crazy\n\nChorus\n\n(Jermaine Dupri)\nSo So Def, Roc-A-Fella, collabo'\nYou know, all we do is.\n\nRock, rock on (*repeat to fade*)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Money Ain't a Thang\n  artist: Jermaine Dupri\n  album: Life In 1472 (The Original Soundtrack)\n  duration_ms: 254000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (feat.Jay-Z)\n\n  Uh uh\n  So So Def\n  Yeah, yeah\n\n  Chorus: Jermaine Dupri and Jay-Z\n\n  (Jermaine Dupri)\n  In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin four lanes\n  With the top down screamin out, money ain't a thang\n  (Jay-Z)\n  Bubble hard in the double R flashin the rings\n  With the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang\n  (Jermaine Dupri)\n  Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam gleam\n  And to hell with the price cause the money ain't a thang\n  (Jay-Z)\n  Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang\n  When you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang\n\n  (Jermaine Dupri)\n  Come on, y'all wanna floss wit us\n  Cause all across the ball we burn it up\n  Drop a little paper, baby toss it up\n  Ya slackin on your pimpin, turn it up\n  See the money ain't a thang\n\n  (Jay-Z)\n  I flex the Rol', sign a check for yo' hoe\n  Jigga's style is love, X and O\n  Save all your accolades, just the dough\n  My game is wide, all lames aside\n  Tryin to stay alive, hundred thou' for the bracelet\n  Foolish, ain't I? The chain'll strain ya eye\n  Twin platinum gun son, aim for the sky\n  Ice on my bullet, you die soon as I pull it\n  Willies wanna rub shoulders, your money's too young\n  See me when it gets older, ya bank account grow up\n  Mine's is one-zero-zero-zero-oh-doub'\n  Damn near out the rear trunk when I roll up\n  Multi til I close up, it's all basic\n  I been spending hundreds since they had small faces\n  Rob your stash house, doubled out down in Vegas\n  Me and J.D. got it locked crazy\n  Where you at haters?\n\n  Chorus\n\n  (Jermaine Dupri)\n  My cake thick, I live the life\n  Eatin' crab, watching bitches shake shit all night\n  I make the big moves, do the big things\n  Take small groups, turn them into big names\n  The big dog with the big chain, frostbit bracelet to match\n  Cats say I'm the shit man\n  The type of nigga that you need in yo' crew\n  Type of dude that will do shit you won't do, can't do\n  Get more burn than a candle\n  Too hot to hold, too much to handle\n  In the black C-low, he know if she look\n  She go bye-bye with da-da and I ain't gotta say no mo'\n  I'm \"The Truth\" like A.I., got the proof and stay fly\n  In the safest shit you could never buy\n  Know why? Cause I write the songs that the whole world sing\n  I don't know about y'all but every night I swing\n\n  Chorus\n\n  (Jay-Z)\n  Ya'll shit ain't for real til y'all ship a mil'\n  And ya hit a R&B chick and she fit the bill\n  Said she loved my necklace, started relaxin\n  Now that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction\n  Went from wholesome to Jigga, you awe-some\n  Baby, I don't play all my jewelry is light grey\n  Platinum, spend your whole life in the day\n  What's down is a bet, roll the dice\n\n  (Jermaine Dupri)\n  Yeah, yeah, so let's play\n  So what you went gold and rock a Roley with the ice bezel\n  It's gon' take a lot mo' to see my level\n  Where I'm at, your check, you better double that\n  And personally your raps is where the trouble at\n  I'm a Benz bubble cat, leather with the wood grain\n  In the platinum frame screamin it's not a game\n  Gleamin, from ear to ear, wrist to wrist, ring and chain\n  Even me and Jay-Z got it locked, crazy\n\n  Chorus\n\n  (Jermaine Dupri)\n  So So Def, Roc-A-Fella, collabo'\n  You know, all we do is.\n\n  Rock, rock on (*repeat to fade*)\n"},{"id":39412835,"name":"Money Ain't A Thang","trackName":"Money Ain't A Thang","artistName":"Jermaine Dupri","albumName":"The Source Presents: Hip-Hop Hits Volume 2","duration":255.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Feat.Jay-Z)\n\nUh uh\nSo So Def\nYeah, yeah\n\nChorus: Jermaine Dupri and Jay-Z\n\n(Jermaine Dupri)\nIn the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin four lanes\nWith the top down screamin out, money ain't a thang\n(Jay-Z)\nBubble hard in the double R flashin the rings\nWith the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang\n(Jermaine Dupri)\nJigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam gleam\nAnd to hell with the price cause the money ain't a thang\n(Jay-Z)\nPut it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang\nWhen you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang\n\n(Jermaine Dupri)\nCome on, y'all wanna floss wit us\nCause all across the ball we burn it up\nDrop a little paper, baby toss it up\nYa slackin on your pimpin, turn it up\nSee the money ain't a thang\n\n(Jay-Z)\nI flex the Rol', sign a check for yo' hoe\nJigga's style is love, X and O\nSave all your accolades, just the dough\nMy game is wide, all lames aside\nTryin to stay alive, hundred thou' for the bracelet\nFoolish, ain't I? The chain'll strain ya eye\nTwin platinum gun son, aim for the sky\nIce on my bullet, you die soon as I pull it\nWillies wanna rub shoulders, your money's too young\nSee me when it gets older, ya bank account grow up\nMine's is one-zero-zero-zero-oh-doub'\nDamn near out the rear trunk when I roll up\nMulti til I close up, it's all basic\nI been spending hundreds since they had small faces\nRob your stash house, doubled out down in Vegas\nMe and J.D. got it locked crazy\nWhere you at haters?\n\nChorus\n\n(Jermaine Dupri)\nMy cake thick, I live the life\nEatin' crab, watching bitches shake shit all night\nI make the big moves, do the big things\nTake small groups, turn them into big names\nThe big dog with the big chain, frostbit bracelet to match\nCats say I'm the shit man\nThe type of nigga that you need in yo' crew\nType of dude that will do shit you won't do, can't do\nGet more burn than a candle\nToo hot to hold, too much to handle\nIn the black C-low, he know if she look\nShe go bye-bye with da-da and I ain't gotta say no mo'\nI'm \"The Truth\" like A.I., got the proof and stay fly\nIn the safest shit you could never buy\nKnow why? 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The chain'll strain ya eye\n  Twin platinum gun son, aim for the sky\n  Ice on my bullet, you die soon as I pull it\n  Willies wanna rub shoulders, your money's too young\n  See me when it gets older, ya bank account grow up\n  Mine's is one-zero-zero-zero-oh-doub'\n  Damn near out the rear trunk when I roll up\n  Multi til I close up, it's all basic\n  I been spending hundreds since they had small faces\n  Rob your stash house, doubled out down in Vegas\n  Me and J.D. got it locked crazy\n  Where you at haters?\n\n  Chorus\n\n  (Jermaine Dupri)\n  My cake thick, I live the life\n  Eatin' crab, watching bitches shake shit all night\n  I make the big moves, do the big things\n  Take small groups, turn them into big names\n  The big dog with the big chain, frostbit bracelet to match\n  Cats say I'm the shit man\n  The type of nigga that you need in yo' crew\n  Type of dude that will do shit you won't do, can't do\n  Get more burn than a candle\n  Too hot to hold, too much to handle\n  In the black C-low, he know if she look\n  She go bye-bye with da-da and I ain't gotta say no mo'\n  I'm \"The Truth\" like A.I., got the proof and stay fly\n  In the safest shit you could never buy\n  Know why? 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The chain'll strain ya eye\n  Twin platinum gun son, aim for the sky\n  Ice on my bullet, you die soon as I pull it\n\n  Willies wanna rub shoulders, your money's too young\n  See me when it gets older, ya bank account grow up\n  Mine's is one-zero-zero-zero-oh-doub'\n  Damn near out the rear trunk when I roll up\n\n  Multi 'til I close up, it's all basic\n  I been spending hundreds since they had small faces\n  Rob your stash house, doubled out down in Vegas\n  Me and J.D. got it locked crazy, where you at haters?\n\n  In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes\n  With the top down screamin' out, money ain't a thang\n  Bubble hard in the double R, flashin' the rings\n  With the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang\n\n  Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam gleam\n  And to Hell with the price 'cause the money ain't a thang\n  Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang\n  When you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang\n\n  Y'all wanna floss wit' us\n  'Cause all across the ball we burn it up\n  Drop a little paper, baby toss it up\n  Ya slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up\n  See the money ain't a thang\n\n  My cake thick, I live the life\n  Eatin' crab, watching bitches shake shit all night\n  I make the big moves, do the big things\n  Take small groups, turn them into big names\n\n  The big dog with the big chain, frostbit bracelet to match\n  Cats say, \"I'm the shit man\"\n  The type of nigga that you need in yo' crew\n  Type of dude that will do shit you won't do, can't do\n\n  Get more burn than a candle\n  Too hot to hold, too much to handle\n  In the black C-low, he know if she look\n  She go bye-bye with da-da and I ain't gotta say no mo'\n\n  I'm \"The Truth\" like A.I., got the proof and stay fly\n  In the safest shit you could never buy\n  Know why? 'Cause I write the songs that the whole world sing\n  I don't know about y'all but every night I swing\n\n  In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes\n  With the top down screamin' out, money ain't a thang\n  Bubble hard in the double R, flashin' the rings\n  With the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang\n\n  Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam gleam\n  And to Hell with the price 'cause the money ain't a thang\n  Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang\n  When you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang\n\n  Y'all wanna floss wit' us\n  'Cause all across the ball we burn it up\n  Drop a little paper, baby toss it up\n  Ya slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up\n  See the money ain't a thang\n\n  Ya'll shit ain't for real til y'all ship a mil'\n  And ya hit a R and B chick and she fit the bill\n  Said she loved my necklace, started relaxin'\n  Now that's what the fuck, I call a chain reaction\n\n  Went from wholesome to Jigga, you awesome\n  Baby, I don't play all my jewelry is light grey\n  Platinum, spend your whole life in the day\n  What's down is a bet, roll the dice\n\n  Yeah, yeah, so let's play\n\n  So what you went gold and rock a Roley with the ice bezel\n  It's gon' take a lot mo' to see my level\n  Where I'm at, your check, you better double that\n  And personally your raps is where the trouble at\n\n  I'm a Benz bubble cat, leather with the wood grain\n  In the platinum frame screamin', it's not a game\n  Gleamin', from ear to ear, wrist to wrist, ring and chain\n  Even, me and Jay-Z got it locked, crazy\n\n  In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes\n  With the top down screamin' out, money ain't a thang\n  Bubble hard in the double R, flashin' the rings\n  With the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang\n\n  Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam gleam\n  And to Hell with the price 'cause the money ain't a thang\n  Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang\n  When you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang\n\n  Y'all wanna floss wit' us\n  'Cause all across the ball we burn it up\n  Drop a little paper, baby toss it up\n  Ya slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up\n  See the money ain't a thang\n\n  So So Def, Roc-A-Fella, collabo'\n  You know, all we do is\n  Rock, rock on\n  Rock, rock on\n  Rock\n"},{"id":18017648,"name":"Money Ain't a Thang","trackName":"Money Ain't a Thang","artistName":"Jermaine Dupri, JAY-Z","albumName":"Life In 1472 (The Original Soundtrack)","duration":254.28,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(feat.Jay-Z)\n\nUh uh\nSo So Def\nYeah, yeah\n\nChorus: Jermaine Dupri and Jay-Z\n\n(Jermaine Dupri)\nIn the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin four lanes\nWith the top down screamin out, money ain't a thang\n(Jay-Z)\nBubble hard in the double R flashin the rings\nWith the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang\n(Jermaine Dupri)\nJigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam gleam\nAnd to hell with the price cause the money ain't a thang\n(Jay-Z)\nPut it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang\nWhen you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang\n\n(Jermaine Dupri)\nCome on, y'all wanna floss wit us\nCause all across the ball we burn it up\nDrop a little paper, baby toss it up\nYa slackin on your pimpin, turn it up\nSee the money ain't a thang\n\n(Jay-Z)\nI flex the Rol', sign a check for yo' hoe\nJigga's style is love, X and O\nSave all your accolades, just the dough\nMy game is wide, all lames aside\nTryin to stay alive, hundred thou' for the bracelet\nFoolish, ain't I? The chain'll strain ya eye\nTwin platinum gun son, aim for the sky\nIce on my bullet, you die soon as I pull it\nWillies wanna rub shoulders, your money's too young\nSee me when it gets older, ya bank account grow up\nMine's is one-zero-zero-zero-oh-doub'\nDamn near out the rear trunk when I roll up\nMulti til I close up, it's all basic\nI been spending hundreds since they had small faces\nRob your stash house, doubled out down in Vegas\nMe and J.D. got it locked crazy\nWhere you at haters?\n\nChorus\n\n(Jermaine Dupri)\nMy cake thick, I live the life\nEatin' crab, watching bitches shake shit all night\nI make the big moves, do the big things\nTake small groups, turn them into big names\nThe big dog with the big chain, frostbit bracelet to match\nCats say I'm the shit man\nThe type of nigga that you need in yo' crew\nType of dude that will do shit you won't do, can't do\nGet more burn than a candle\nToo hot to hold, too much to handle\nIn the black C-low, he know if she look\nShe go bye-bye with da-da and I ain't gotta say no mo'\nI'm \"The Truth\" like A.I., got the proof and stay fly\nIn the safest shit you could never buy\nKnow why? Cause I write the songs that the whole world sing\nI don't know about y'all but every night I swing\n\nChorus\n\n(Jay-Z)\nYa'll shit ain't for real til y'all ship a mil'\nAnd ya hit a R&B chick and she fit the bill\nSaid she loved my necklace, started relaxin\nNow that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction\nWent from wholesome to Jigga, you awe-some\nBaby, I don't play all my jewelry is light grey\nPlatinum, spend your whole life in the day\nWhat's down is a bet, roll the dice\n\n(Jermaine Dupri)\nYeah, yeah, so let's play\nSo what you went gold and rock a Roley with the ice bezel\nIt's gon' take a lot mo' to see my level\nWhere I'm at, your check, you better double that\nAnd personally your raps is where the trouble at\nI'm a Benz bubble cat, leather with the wood grain\nIn the platinum frame screamin it's not a game\nGleamin, from ear to ear, wrist to wrist, ring and chain\nEven me and Jay-Z got it locked, crazy\n\nChorus\n\n(Jermaine Dupri)\nSo So Def, Roc-A-Fella, collabo'\nYou know, all we do is.\n\nRock, rock on (*repeat to fade*)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Money Ain't a Thang\n  artist: Jermaine Dupri, JAY-Z\n  album: Life In 1472 (The Original Soundtrack)\n  duration_ms: 254280\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (feat.Jay-Z)\n\n  Uh uh\n  So So Def\n  Yeah, yeah\n\n  Chorus: Jermaine Dupri and Jay-Z\n\n  (Jermaine Dupri)\n  In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin four lanes\n  With the top down screamin out, money ain't a thang\n  (Jay-Z)\n  Bubble hard in the double R flashin the rings\n  With the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang\n  (Jermaine Dupri)\n  Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam gleam\n  And to hell with the price cause the money ain't a thang\n  (Jay-Z)\n  Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang\n  When you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang\n\n  (Jermaine Dupri)\n  Come on, y'all wanna floss wit us\n  Cause all across the ball we burn it up\n  Drop a little paper, baby toss it up\n  Ya slackin on your pimpin, turn it up\n  See the money ain't a thang\n\n  (Jay-Z)\n  I flex the Rol', sign a check for yo' hoe\n  Jigga's style is love, X and O\n  Save all your accolades, just the dough\n  My game is wide, all lames aside\n  Tryin to stay alive, hundred thou' for the bracelet\n  Foolish, ain't I? The chain'll strain ya eye\n  Twin platinum gun son, aim for the sky\n  Ice on my bullet, you die soon as I pull it\n  Willies wanna rub shoulders, your money's too young\n  See me when it gets older, ya bank account grow up\n  Mine's is one-zero-zero-zero-oh-doub'\n  Damn near out the rear trunk when I roll up\n  Multi til I close up, it's all basic\n  I been spending hundreds since they had small faces\n  Rob your stash house, doubled out down in Vegas\n  Me and J.D. got it locked crazy\n  Where you at haters?\n\n  Chorus\n\n  (Jermaine Dupri)\n  My cake thick, I live the life\n  Eatin' crab, watching bitches shake shit all night\n  I make the big moves, do the big things\n  Take small groups, turn them into big names\n  The big dog with the big chain, frostbit bracelet to match\n  Cats say I'm the shit man\n  The type of nigga that you need in yo' crew\n  Type of dude that will do shit you won't do, can't do\n  Get more burn than a candle\n  Too hot to hold, too much to handle\n  In the black C-low, he know if she look\n  She go bye-bye with da-da and I ain't gotta say no mo'\n  I'm \"The Truth\" like A.I., got the proof and stay fly\n  In the safest shit you could never buy\n  Know why? Cause I write the songs that the whole world sing\n  I don't know about y'all but every night I swing\n\n  Chorus\n\n  (Jay-Z)\n  Ya'll shit ain't for real til y'all ship a mil'\n  And ya hit a R&B chick and she fit the bill\n  Said she loved my necklace, started relaxin\n  Now that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction\n  Went from wholesome to Jigga, you awe-some\n  Baby, I don't play all my jewelry is light grey\n  Platinum, spend your whole life in the day\n  What's down is a bet, roll the dice\n\n  (Jermaine Dupri)\n  Yeah, yeah, so let's play\n  So what you went gold and rock a Roley with the ice bezel\n  It's gon' take a lot mo' to see my level\n  Where I'm at, your check, you better double that\n  And personally your raps is where the trouble at\n  I'm a Benz bubble cat, leather with the wood grain\n  In the platinum frame screamin it's not a game\n  Gleamin, from ear to ear, wrist to wrist, ring and chain\n  Even me and Jay-Z got it locked, crazy\n\n  Chorus\n\n  (Jermaine Dupri)\n  So So Def, Roc-A-Fella, collabo'\n  You know, all we do is.\n\n  Rock, rock on (*repeat to fade*)\n"}]