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