??? Money talks ???

Dollar dollar bills,Deutch, marks, franks, yens, and poundsHe rocks the jocked up soundsFrom Devenshire DownsOut the Fordham RoadUp top in the boogieHe is loyal to his peepsLike budha stud doogieNever very bad newsPayin' crazy duesHe's blowin' out crewsAnd tamin' mad shrewsLike Bill ShakespeareThe fakes will disappearThe flavor in your earIs strong like EverclearTwo hundred proofsSo put the match to the roofAnd set this bitch on fireGet rich, the empire'sAbout to strike backIf you rock the mic wackAnd that's the way it is 'cause yoIt's like thatMoney, money y'allIt be the root of all evilMoney, money y'allIt makes you popular with peopleHe goes back to the 80'sLike three times a ladyWhen it was pussy for freeAnd crack for currencyIt just occurred to himIt's time for surgeryHe removes MC's like tumorsThe lies and the rumorsGot him thinkin' of this dubBy Timex Social ClubYo, word to his mommaHe's high off the traumaWhitey Ford gets deeper than subway trainsAnd he serve lazy fools like fast food chainsAll pain no gainMakes the brain insaneLife in the fast laneThe flakesThe cash gains (for real)Dollar bill y'allDollar bill y'allDollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill y'allIt takes money to get that fly ass hoIt takes money to see me rock a live showIt takes money to get that last bag of smokeCause they kindly take from it when that ass was brokeHey yo he's about to g-offJust like his name was Ed-oBlack kids call him whiteySpanish kids wettoWhite kids call him the king of this b-boy thingIf it's broke then fix itIf it's wack remix itCan't none of you MC's ever fuck with theseYou be crazy on his dickLike some porno chickFor the style that he's blessin'Ain't no second guessin'Kid heed the lesson, subtraction, additionReward for submissionAin't no debateWon't stop till he's eatin' off a platinum plateHe wants the stocks and bondsPlus the real estateHe wants the iron gatesAnd low interest ratesPlus a fly little spot to bring all his datesA little stash of the cash put aside in a safeWhen times get leanY'all know what it meansMoney money y'allSome be callin' it creamMoney money y'allSome be callin' it fameMoney money y'allBut once he gets it he's JHe wants cash and checksHe wants diamond ringsHe wants jewels on his neckAnd mad fly thingsHe wants a stack of fat chipsSo he can take long tripsHe wants to sail the BahamasOn his own cruise shipsHe wants acres of landHe wants papers in handHe wants stocks and bondsAll pros no consHey if it smells funnyThen back it up honeyHe wants the money, y'allHe needs the money, y'all..._______________________________________________Вопрос: Насколько совместимы деньги и творчество?..))