"I Want Candy" is a song written and originally recorded by The Strangeloves in 1965.
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Money! & What!
Geoffrey Paris Lyrics
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Don't you know, we're so rich and famous
We smoke that dro
I'm alone, now we gettin' naked
Don't shake your money maker
Just get the money babe
Don't shake your money maker
Just get paid
We've got that dough
Don't you know, we're so rich and famous
We smoke that dro
I'm alone, now we gettin' naked
Don't shake your money maker
Just get the money babe
Don't shake your money maker
Just get paid
When I show up at the club
Paparazzi in my way
I got a lot to say and fuck
Baby I don't fuck around like peaches
I'm not having sex on the beaches
I wrap 'em up in the bleaches
Show them all the cute cheerleaders
How to break it down like this
Break it down like this
I got method high in bliss
I got them beggin' for a kiss
I'm a super glamour bitch
Superman to Superwoman
My style so reckless
I put the steam in the heat
That’s why these bitches are all so jealous
When I roll up on them dumps
I get them gangster's lookin'
If I'm headlinin' the show
I get the managers bookin'
If I'm not quite through the door
And I make your girlfriend blow
Melt down, wanna get in this bitch
Imma make you get low
So get get, get low
Won't you get get, get low
Get get, get low
Won't you get get, get low
Get get, get low
Won't you get get, get low
Get get, get low
Won't you get get, get low
When I show up at the club
They'll be like (oh fuck)
When I roll up with my clique
They'll be like (oh shit)
When I throw off all this mo-money
When I throw off all this mo-money
When I throw off all this money
I'll be like (and what, bitch!)
When I show up at the club
They'll be like (oh fuck)
When I roll up with my clique
They'll be like (oh shit)
When I throw off all this mo-money
When I throw off all this mo-money
When I throw off all this money
I'll be like (and what bitch!)
We've got that dough
Don't you know, we're so rich and famous
We smoke that dro
I'm alone, now we gettin' naked
Don't shake your money maker
Just get the money babe
Don't shake your money maker
Just get paid
We've got that dough
Don't you know, we're so rich and famous
We smoke that dro
I'm alone, now we gettin' naked
Don't shake your money maker
Just get the money babe
Don't shake your money maker
Just get paid
I got money and what
Fashionista in love
With that Bling Bling
Make me sing, gimme green
Spend it up
Dolce & Gabbana
Gimme that Fendi and Prada
Making the paparazzi wanna blow
You think I'm Lady GaGa
Put a mirror in front of my face
I think my reflection's lace
'Cause it's screaming something out at me
Like I'm fabulous, I'm fabulous
Yo I think I flunked my calculus
Yo I think I lost my meds
My mama always told me I have a screw loose in my head
Come and get it, I got it, you want it
I need it and I must admit
You got the dough to make me throw up
Go to my motel, make yeah yeah yeah
When I show up at the club
They'll be like (oh fuck)
When I roll up with my clique
They'll be like (oh shit)
When I throw off all this mo-money
When I throw off all this mo-money
When I throw off all this money
I'll be like (and what bitch)
When I show up at the club
They'll be like
When I roll up with my clique
They'll be like
I got ten thousand dollar cocaine on my nose
Mr. officer, throw me down if you wanna go
But start from left side
'Cause I'm a little bit ticklish
From the empty pockets on my right side
Call me your lovasa
But after I'm done with ya
The only thing you'll be callin' me
Is a capital H, Haustella
That's what I said
And I bet you'll be jealous until I'm d-d-dead
Throw me down, into a grave
Just promise me that you'll bury me in Prada
I promise you that really won't give a fuck, yeah
Hold me down, shoot me up raw
Just promise me that you won't fuck up my lip gloss
I promise you that I won't, I won't
I won't, I won't make a sound
When I show up at the club
They'll be like (oh fuck)
When I roll up with my clique
They'll be like (oh shit)
When I throw off all this mo-money
When I throw off all this mo-money
When I throw off all this money
I'll be like (and what bitch)
When I show up at the club
They'll be like (oh fuck)
When I roll up with my clique
They'll be like (oh shit)
When I throw off all this mo-money
When I throw off all this mo-money
When I throw off all this money
I'll be like (and what bitch)
We've got that dough
Don't you know, we're so rich and famous
We smoke that dro
I'm alone, now we gettin' naked
Don't shake your money maker
Just get the money babe
Don't shake your money maker
Just get paid
We've got that dough
Don't you know, we're so rich and famous
We smoke that dro
I'm alone, now we gettin' naked
Don't shake your money maker
Just get the money babe
Don't shake your money maker
Just get paid
And what bitch
Bitch
Bitch
And what bitch
Bitch
Bitch
And what bitch
Bitch
Bitch
And what bitch
Bitch
Bitch
Bitch
Bitch
The song “Money! & What!” by Geoffrey Paris portrays the lavish and glamorous lifestyle of the rich and famous. The lyrics speak of having plenty of money, smoking marijuana, and getting naked in the company of others. The chorus emphasizes the importance of getting paid and not just flaunting one’s wealth. One verse describes the attention and fascination of being a celebrity among ordinary people, while another one boasts of the singer’s high-end fashion and accessories, including expensive brands like Dolce & Gabbana and Fendi.
The song depicts how wealth and status can bring pleasure and privilege, but it also highlights the emptiness and superficiality of such a life. The lyrics feature drug use and sexual innuendos, suggesting that the material indulgences of being rich and famous are just a temporary fix. In general, “Money! & What!” glorifies the image of ostentatious wealth and power, with a catchy and upbeat tune that invites the listener to embrace the same lifestyle.
Line by Line Meaning
We've got that dough
We are wealthy
Don't you know, we're so rich and famous
We are not only wealthy but also well-known
We smoke that dro
We like to use marijuana
I'm alone, now we gettin' naked
I am feeling intimate with my partner and the mood is shifting from being alone to getting undressed
Don't shake your money maker
Don't dance provocatively to get attention
Just get the money babe
Not worth working hard for the fame when our focus should be to generate wealth
Just get paid
We deserve to be compensated for our talent and hard work
When I show up at the club
When I arrive at a party
Paparazzi in my way
Photographers who are always in our face and trying to capture our every moment
I got a lot to say and fuck
I have a lot to express, and I don't care who gets offended
Baby I don't fuck around like peaches
I don't play games or take things lightly
I'm not having sex on the beaches
I'm not interested in cheap or tacky activities or experiences
I wrap 'em up in the bleaches
I wrap up negative experiences, mishaps, or conflicts quickly and neatly
Show them all the cute cheerleaders
Provide motivation to a group of like-minded individuals
How to break it down like this
How to approach a task or situation like this with grace and composure
I got method high in bliss
I have a well-thought-out plan and it's working out seamlessly to bring me happiness
I got them beggin' for a kiss
People are always trying to get my attention or affection
I'm a super glamour bitch
I am very glamorous and know how to work my look well
Superman to Superwoman
I am invincible and powerful
My style so reckless
My style is bold and sometimes carefree
I put the steam in the heat
I bring intensity to a situation
That’s why these bitches are all so jealous
People are envious of my success
When I roll up on them dumps
When I approach people who are not as successful as me
I get them gangster's lookin'
I get intimidated looks from people who are not as successful
If I'm headlinin' the show
If I'm the main attraction of an event
I get the managers bookin'
I get requests or offers from event planners to headline their shows
If I'm not quite through the door
Before I even have a chance to settle in
And I make your girlfriend blow
And I impress your partner in some way
Melt down, wanna get in this bitch
I am very desirable, and people want to be with or around me
Imma make you get low
I will make people lower their egos and show respect or adoration
So get get, get low
I am commanding people to show respect or admiration
Won't you get get, get low
Asking people to show respect or admiration
Get get, get low
Commanding again to show respect or admiration
They'll be like (oh fuck)
They will be surprised or shocked
When I roll up with my clique
When I approach with the people I am with
They'll be like (oh shit)
They will be intimidated or nervous
When I throw off all this mo-money
When I display my wealth and success
I'll be like (and what, bitch!)
I am asserting my confidence and dominance
I got money and what
I am successful and wealthy
Fashionista in love
Someone who is passionate about fashion
With that Bling Bling
With expensive jewelry
Make me sing, gimme green
Bring me joy, give me money
Spend it up
Spend money freely without concern
Dolce & Gabbana
Name of a luxury fashion brand
Gimme that Fendi and Prada
Give me high-end fashion brands
Making the paparazzi wanna blow
Making the photographers excited or envious
You think I'm Lady GaGa
You may compare me to a popular pop star
Put a mirror in front of my face
Taking a moment to reflect on oneself
I think my reflection's lace
I believe my reflection looks incredible and detailed
'Cause it's screaming something out at me
Because my reflection is speaking to me
Like I'm fabulous, I'm fabulous
My reflection confirms that I look great
Yo I think I flunked my calculus
I may have failed a difficult math class
Yo I think I lost my meds
I may have lost my medication and feel unbalanced
My mama always told me I have a screw loose in my head
My mother used to say I'm a bit crazy or eccentric
Come and get it, I got it, you want it
I have what you need or want
I need it and I must admit
I have an attachment to my possessions
You got the dough to make me throw up
You have the money or resources to make me feel ill from jealousy
Go to my motel, make yeah yeah yeah
Come with me to my motel to have some fun
I got ten thousand dollar cocaine on my nose
I have expensive drugs on my nose
Mr. officer, throw me down if you wanna go
Police officer, you may use force if you'd like
But start from left side
If you're going to use force, please start on my left side
'Cause I'm a little bit ticklish
Because I am ticklish
From the empty pockets on my right side
From the lack of money or possessions on my right side
Call me your lovasa
Intimate name for one's lover
But after I'm done with ya
After we've had our fun
The only thing you'll be callin' me
The only thing you may refer to me as
Is a capital H, Haustella
A nickname or label I've adopted for myself
And I bet you'll be jealous until I'm d-d-dead
I believe my success is the source of jealousy for others
Throw me down, into a grave
Put me in the ground when I eventually die
Just promise me that you'll bury me in Prada
Promise me you'll give me a luxurious funeral
I promise you that really won't give a fuck, yeah
I promise to not care about material possessions beyond death
Hold me down, shoot me up raw
Inject me with drugs
Just promise me that you won't fuck up my lip gloss
Promise me you won't smudge or ruin my makeup
I promise you that I won't, I won't
I promise to not do anything that may damage your lip gloss
I won't, I won't make a sound
I won't scream or yell
And what bitch
Another way of asserting one's confidence and dominance
Contributed by Avery J. Suggest a correction in the comments below.