Featuring:
The Original Club Remix
HavocNdeeD (Dubstep Remix)
Rod Carrillo (Funky Remix)
Sin Synthetic (Dance Remix)
Matt Fox (Fuckstep Remix)

Money! & WHAT! (Rod Carrillo Funk Remix)

Featuring:
The Original Club Remix
HavocNdeeD (Dubstep Remix)
Rod Carrillo (Funky Remix)
Sin Synthetic (Dance Remix)
Matt Fox (Fuckstep Remix)

Geoffrey Paris - Money! & What! (Original Club Mix)

Money! & WHAT! (Sin Synthetic Dance Remix)

Money! & What (Matt Fox FUCKstep Mix)

Geoffrey Paris - Money! & What! - HavocNdeeD Mix

Lyrics

Chorus
I wanna meet you,
i wanna meet you,
i wanna meet and sleep with you,
I wanna meet you,
i wanna meet you,
boy I wanna meet and sleep with you,

You wanna know my name
You wanna know my name

Verse 1
I don’t know why, but I know that I can’t seem to,
Get you the fuck out of my head,
You got me spinning round and round again,
You got me, living up on the edge,

Why cant you understand,
Why wont you be my man,
Why cant you take my hand

I cant seem to take this anymore,
So wont you take me away

Chorus

Verse 2
I don’t know why, but I know that I cant seem to
Understand how I got this all to explain,
You got me going in and out of my brain,
You got me standing out in the rain,

Why don’t you want to stay
Why do I go insane
Why cant I brake this chain

I don’t know but
I can’t seem to take this anymore,
So won’t u take me away
Won’t u take me away

Chorus

Bridge

Ooh I want you,
I don’t know if I need you,
But I’m sure I would die to find out

Chorus

I Wanna Meet U

I Wanna Meet U (ZACCY Remix)

BRING DOWN THE CLUB - GEOFFREY PARIS

Pre chorus
Drugs, hella good
Faggots, up in the hood
Late nights, Hollywood
This shit will fuck you up

Verse 1
Dip my face in the Hypnotic,
Throw me on the floor,
Suck it... shoot me up,
Treat me like a whore
We are,
all fuckin’ stars now,
in this fuckin’ coke show
and I really wanna know,
what makes you wanna go
So let me get you drunk like you already are,
so I can so you what its like to be a superstar!

Pre chorus
Drugs, hella good
Faggots, up in the hood
Late nights, Hollywood
This shit will fuck you up

Chorus
I really wanna know
What makes you wanna go
I really wanna know what makes you crazy, crazy
I really wanna know, what makes you supa fly,
So wont you shut me up and put that shit on over drive

Verse 2
Hey bitch, Your make ups drippin off your face, o wait, thats the acid fryen my brain,
and I cant explain
why
Extacy, Extacy, It makes me feel so sexy
I’ve gotta get my freak .. this high is gone
mr.dj, mr. Dj, can I get a little bj
with a phat ass 8ball on my side
Hey Lindsay, let’s escape from rehab tonight!

Pre chorus

Chorus


DRUGS, FAGGOTS, HOLLYWOOD

SCENE KIDZ (carmen rizzo remix)

"Money! & WHAT?"

(VERSE 1)
when i show up at the club, pap paparazzi in my way,
I got alot to say and, fuck, baby i don't fuck around like Peaches, 
i'm not having sex on the beaches,
i'm rather up in the bleachers, showin' all the cute cheerleaders,
how to break it down like this
i brake it down like this
i got masses high on bliss
i got them beggin for a kiss
i'm a supa glamour bitch!
superman to superwoman, my style is so reckless
I put the steam in the heat thats y these bitches are so jealous
If i roll up on them dubs i get them gangstas looken
If im headlining the show i get them managers bookin
If i walk in through the do'
If i make make your girlfriend blow
No doubt when i get in this bitch ima make ya, get low!

So get get get low, wontcha
get get get low!!! (repeats)

(CHORUS)
when i show up at the club, they be like OH FUCK!
When I roll up with my clique, they be like OH SHIT!
When i throw up all this money
When i throw up all this money
When i throw up all this money
I be like, and what bitch

We got that doe dontcha know, we're so rich and famous, 
We smoke that dro on the low, now we gettin' naked
Don't shake your money maker, just get that money babe
Don't shake your money maker, just get paid!


(VERSE2)
I got Money and what?
fashionista in love 
with the bling bling,
make me sing, gimme green
(spend it up)

Dolce & Gabanna
gimme the Fendi and Prada
making the paparazzi wanna blow, you'd think im lady gaga
put a mirror in front of my face, i think my reflections laced,
cuz its screaming something out at me, like "im fabulous, im fabulous"
yo i think i flunked my calculus
yo i think i lost my meds
my mama always told me i have a screw lose in my head
come and get it, i got it, u want it, i need it and i have to admit
you got the doe to make me flo, 
i got the remote to make you (moan)

(Bridge)
i got ten thousand dollar cocaine on my nose 
Mr. officer throw me down if u wanna go
but start from left side, cuz i'm a little bit ticklish from the empty in the pockets on my right side
call me your lovasa
but after i'm done with ya, 
the only thing you'll be calling me is a capital H Hustela
that's what i said
and i bet you'll be jealous until i'm dead

throw me down into a grave
just promise me that you'll bury me in Prada
i promise you that i really wont give a fuck
yeah
hold me down, shoot me up raw
just promise me that u wont fuck up my lip gloss
i promise you that i wont make a sound



Money! & What! - Original Edit

Rainy Dayz (Instro Mental)

SCENE KIDz (intro w/CHRISTOFF)

Verse 1 
Scene kids, head full of weave, 
Head full of shit that’s making me hot, 
Got a brain dent, 
Got a cigarette, 
Mommy and daddy can’t stand it yet
Raccoon tails, painted nails, 
Credit card flippin’ for two dollar ring pops, 
Uh oh, better hurry to class, 
My sidekick says it’s a quarter past
Scene kids, got that shit, 
Myspace this, gotta leave me a pic com, 
Hair toss, watch the gloss, 
Tats and Mac runnin’ up the cost
Pre Chorus 
I’ve got to sex you up, 
I’ve got to sex you up, 
I’ve got to sex you up, with, 
Hello kitty, Gloomy Bear
I’ve got to sex you up, 
I’ve got to sex you up, 
I’ve got to sex you up, with, 
Plastic guns, hair straighteners
Chorus 
Scene kids got the shit, 
You know you really want a piece of it, so, 
Lemme see what, watcha got 
Scene kids got the shit, 
You know you really want a piece of it, so, 
Lemme see what, watcha rock
Verse 2 
Scene kids, where ya at, 
Drama at the mall, yeah, we do it like that 
Snake bites, faggot fights, 
Gotta make sure those jeans are tight,
Take it back one time to smoke, 
Two times to drink, and free time for coke 
Lemme hit that photoshop, 
Lookin’ real good with your face all cropped
Scene kids, talk that shit, 
Look at that bitch, I think she’s a fat cow 
Stupid ass slut, shut the fuck up before I wipe off your eye brow
Pre Chorus 
I’ve got to sex you up, 
I’ve got to sex you up, 
I’ve got to sex you up, with, 
Fake eyelashes, whore trains
I’ve got to sex you up, 
I’ve got to sex you up, 
I’ve got to sex you up, with…
Chorus 
Scene kids got the shit, 
You know you really want a piece of it, so, 
Lemme see what, watcha got 
Scene kids got the shit, 
You know you really want a piece of it, so, 
Lemme see what, watcha rock 
(repeats)


SCENE KIDz

Sex Shooter (Cover)

SOUND Ft. Katy

SOUND FT. KATY (REMIX)

SUPAFABULUST (REMIX) - GEOFFREY PARIS

Verse 1
I see you looken’ at me,
And im looken’ at you back,
So won’t you so me what you got before I call the cab

I see you looken’ all hot and shit, bad and shit,
Tell me if I was your treat, would you be my trick

I see you looken’ like you have an appetite,
So wont you come over here and take a bite, baby

Turn me on and I’ll turn you on 

Chorus
It’s everything you hate to love,
Everything you love to hate, 
It’s straight up,
Supafabulust

You got the look, you got the look,
And it’s making me so bad,
You got the look, you got the look,
And it’s making me 
Straight up,
Supafabulust

(Tommy) Turn me on and I’ll turn you on,
Turn me on and I’ll

Verse 2
I see you standin’ with your pussycat attitude,
I see you trippen’ on my glamour and you want me to,
Rock your body and treat you like I’m naughty,
And get you in the back seat and slap you to this beat baby

I see you looken’ at me up and down, so
Check me out and I’ll check you out

(Bridge Tommy)
I know you see me looken’
And I’m looken’ at you back,
So ima show you what you want, then we can call a cab,
I’m in the mood and you look hot as shit, bad as shit
And if you like my treat you’re damn right I’ll be your trick

Turn me on and I’ll turn you on

Touch my body, I’ll grab some Bacardi,
Let me in the back seat, I’ll show you a beat, Geoffrey
Now you got me in the back of my Ferrari, 
I’ll try to be discreet but I can’t promise anything.

Chorus
It’s everything you hate to love,
Everything you love to hate, 
It’s straight up,
Supafabulust

You got the look, you got the look,
And it’s making me so bad,
You got the look, you got the look,
And it’s making me 
Straight up,
Supafabulust


SUPAFABULUST Ft. Tommy Angell

TAKE AWAY THE DISCO LIGHTS

The very first beats i ever made on Reason, back in high school, so dont judge... Feel free to add ur own lyrics. None of these songs are mastered so its all raw track. enjoy?

Robot Fright

Robot Fuck

Robot Happy

Robot Rain

Robot Supermodel

Robot Violinist

Robot Warzone

I AM
Satan, Nearly Alive, Sarcastic, stuck up, a compulsive truth bender, (CUSP)Pisces/Aries, Christian (SMILE Jesus loves you! The Rest of Us think ur a dumb bitch), A living anime character, Too ugly but fierce for one gender, Everything you hate to love and everything you love to hate,

I MAKE
It clap, Ur funeral arrangements, Poison, music, the conservative go into cardiac arrest, haters look sidewayz, 
fashion, You, God, Culture, ur girlfriend wetter than hurricane Katrina.

I DO
Bite, shots, kill, stab a voodoo doll of u, Makeup, skip church on occasion, slip ecstasy in ur boifriends drink, slip poison in yours, kiss & tell, fuck & tell, show & tell, need therapy

I DON'T
Listen when you talk, remember what it’s like to be sober, give a fuck, give a shit, have parents, have any spare change, wanna marry you, or believe its not butter

I HAVE
Sex, Seen the light, have wild piss orgies, a voodoo doll of u, Some makeup for ur ugly face, ur attention, fag swag, lots of pills, dreams of putting my dick in ur ear, dreams of having a vagina with an 18 inch African cock wedged in between the lips, razorblades reserved for emotional coping, a personality disorder & internet, 

I LOVE
hate, sucking cock, Jesus, boifriends, gurlfriends, Hello Shitty, MADhaus, the bible, sex, contradicting myself, jealousy, tattoos, sex, super mario world, blue yoshi, sex, porn, kissing, dancing, hair dye, sex, dilfs, Smart cars, singing, modeling, anyone who isn't a complete dumb ass, and sex

I HATE
love, Barbie, The Color Pink, being sober, Hello Kitty, boredom, Jelly w/out Peanut Butter, AIDS, The Jonas Brothers, Cancer, sidekicks, bad reception, infomercials, the fact that I can’t see the look on ur face when u realize I left ur ugly ass, stubbing my toe, coming down off of coke and heroin, & the ending of “Titanic”

I WOULD FUCK
Ur Mom, Ur Dad, ur sister, ur brother, ur life, Angelina Jolie & her husband, Victoria Beckham & her husband, the white power ranger, the pink power ranger, all the power rangers, an entire football squad & ur face… all at once.

I LOOK UP 2
my cigarette break

As far as my music goes, i mostly sing about drugs, sex, homosexual matters, clubbing, dancing etc. But that's just b/c i write lyrics based off of whats going on inside my mind. So it sounds like there is quite a party going on in there. I sing about whats in my heart too, so i wrote a song about blood. I'm sure you will hear it when i decide to stop cracking dumb jokes.

G3O

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