Well, it's...
Fifty 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 eight...0...eight

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
I got the spice you bring the sauce
And you can kiss my ass you funky boss
Now that you got what you want, you want more
Well 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..."
So!

Money makin', money money makin' (Manhattan!)
Super disco, disco breakin'
Money makin', money money makin'(Manhattan!)
Super disco disco breakin'

("Is Manhattan in the house?
[Scratching "uh-huh, uh-huh"]
Is Manhattan in the house?
[Scratching "uh-huh, uh-huh"]
[Scratching continues]
Man-man-Manhattan
Man-Manhattan
Man-man-Manhattan
Manhattan)

Writer : DIAMOND, MICHAEL HOROVITZ, ADAM YAUCH, ADAM NATHANIEL
Copyright : Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group