This songfic is by Jay-Z featuring Jermine Dupri

This songfic is by Jay-Z featuring Jermine Dupri. I make no profit from this and I don't own it either. That simple. Oh yes, I had to censor parts of this song. Definitions too. Benjamin=$100 and ice is just the 'sparkly' stuff that many artists wear. (Rings, bracelets, chains, etc.)

Money Ain't A Thang!

By: Msmelanie

In one of Quatre's many rooms...

"Come on Quatre!" Duo begged.

"Duo, please. I'm busy right now." Quatre replied reading some important papers.

"Quat-come on! What's the use of having money, if you can't have some fun with it?!" Duo whined.

"Duo...I'm trying to concentrate. Could you please come back later?" Quatre asked as he looked out from behind his papers.

"Fine, go ahead! Kick me out! You're just too scared to live man." Duo replied as he put his hands behind his head and walked out the door.

That night...

"Why does Duo have to bug me every day to go out?" Quatre said out loud to no one as he crawled into his bed. "Well...maybe tomorrow I should just say yes one time. Just to find out what it's like..."

With that last thought, Quatre closed his eyes and fell asleep...

"Come on Quatre!" Duo begged.

"Duo, please. I'm busy right now." Quatre replied reading some important papers.

Duo whined some more. "Quat-come on! What's the use of having money, if you can't-"

"You know what Duo-buddy! You're absolutely right!" Quatre said as he slid over his work desk. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a pair of black sunglasses and started singing as he opened the door.

Uh Uh

So So Def

Yeah Yeah

Quatre grabbed a black jacket out of his closet, and turned around to face Duo. He had an ice-necklace with a Q and put on his black sunglasses. "Let's blaze, Duo man!"

"What?" Duo asked confused. Quatre grabbed him and ran out the door. They went outside where a Red Ferrari and a Black Jaguar were waiting for them.

"Quatre, when did you-" Duo began.

"In the Ferrari or Jaguar switching four lanes, with the top down screamin out Money ain't a thang!" Quatre sang all of a sudden.

Duo grinned at Quatre and jumped in the Ferrari. "Bubble hard in the double 'R' flashin' the rings, with the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang!"

Quatre jumped in the Jaguar and started it up. Before you can 'what the?' they were off!

Quatre bobbed his neck in and out and put his foot on the accelerator. "Jigga I don't like it if it don't gleam clean, and to hell with the price 'cause the money ain't a thang!"

Duo looked at Quatre and grinned as he pushed his foot down on the accelerator too. "Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang, when you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang!"

Somwhere on a sidewalk that was much more peaceful...

Heero and Trowa were walking down the street thinking of something to do.

"Want to play charades?" Trowa asked Heero.

"Hn.Want to threaten somebody's life?" Heero asked Trowa.

"No, we did that yesterday." Trowa replied. All of a sudden they started hearing a careening sound coming down the street. They watched as Duo and Quatre had pulled up beside them.

Quatre and Duo stopped and grinned at the pilots and they both started to sing in unison. "Come on, y'all wanna floss wit us? Cause all across the ball we burn it up."

Then Quatre grabbed about twenty Benjamins from his jacket and continued to sing with Duo. "Drop a little paper, baby toss it up. Ya slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up 'cause the money ain't a thang!"

After that verse Quatre and Duo took off while Quatre threw all his Benjamins in the air!

Heero and Trowa just stood there, stunned, as dust landed on them along with all the money.

Quatre and Duo zoomed down the streets and stopped at a crosswalk where Quatre started singing again. "I flex the rol', sign a check for your ***. Jigga's style is love, X and O. Save all your accolades, just the dough. My game is wide, all lames aside."

Then Quatre looked at Duo and showed off the ice on his hand. "Tryin' to stay alive, hundred thou for the bracelet."

Duo's eyes grew wide.

"Foolish, ain't I? The chain'll strain ya eye. Twin platinum gun son, aim for the sky." Then Quatre stuck his fingers out in the air into the shape of a gun. "Ice on my bullet, you die soon as I pull it." Then Quatre pretended to shoot a bullet out of his fingers. "Willies wanna rub shoulders, your money's too young. See me when it gets older, ya bank account grow up. Mine's is one-zero-zero-zero-zero-oh-doub'! Damn near out the rear trunk when I roll up. Mult til I close up, it's all basic. I been spending hundreds since they had small faces. Rob your stash house, doubled out down in Vegas. Me and Duo Maxwell got it locked crazy! Where you at haters?!" Quatre finished as he took off leaving Duo in the dust.

Duo grinned and put his foot on the accelerator.

"Yo G, where were you?" Quatre grinned at Duo as he caught up. "In the Ferrari or Jaguar switching four lanes, with the top down screamin out Money ain't a thang!"

Duo continued. "Bubble hard in the double 'R' flashin' the rings, with the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang!"

Quatre took his turn again. "Jigga I don't like it if it don't gleam clean, and to hell with the price 'cause the money ain't a thang!"

Duo continued again. "Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang, when you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang!"

Then Quatre and Duo sang together again. "Come on, y'all wanna floss wit us? Cause all across the ball we burn it up. Drop a little paper, baby toss it up. Ya slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up 'cause the money ain't a thang!"

Then Duo put his foot harder on the gas and breezed by Quatre. "My cake thick, I live the life. Eatin' crab, watching women shake it all night. I make the big moves, do the big things, take small groups, turn them into big names. The big dog with the big chain, frost bit bracelet to match. Cats say I'm the stuff man, the type of G that you need in yo' crew. Type of dude that will do stuff you won't do, can't do. Get more burnt than a candle. Too hot to hold, too much to handle. In the black C-low, he know if she look. She go bye-bye with da-da and I ain't gotta say no more! I'm the truth like air, got the proof and stay fly. In the safest stuff you could never buy, know why? 'Cause I write the songs that the whole world sing. I don't know bout y'all but every night I swing!"

Quatre grinned at Duo. "In the Ferrari or Jaguar switching four lanes, with the top down screamin out Money ain't a thang!"

Duo continued. "Bubble hard in the double 'R' flashin' the rings, with the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang!"

Quatre took his turn again. "Jigga I don't like it if it don't gleam clean, and to hell with the price 'cause the money ain't a thang!"

Duo continued again. "Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang, when you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang!"

Then Quatre grinned evilly at Duo as he started to sing again. "Y'all stuff ain't for real til y'all ship a mil' and you hit a R&B chick and she fit the bill. Said she loved my necklace-" Quatre lifted up his iced Q-"started relaxin'. Now that's what the **** I call a chain reaction!"

'Damn Quat!' Duo thought to himself.

Quatre continued singing. "Went from wholesome to Jigga, you owed some. Baby, I don't play all my jewelry is light grey. Platinum, spend your whole life in the day . What's down is a bet, roll the dice.

Duo laughed and revved the Ferrari. "Yeah, yeah, so let's play! So what, you went gold and rock a roley with the ice bezel. It's gonna take a lot more to see my level. Where I'm at, your check, you better double that and personally your raps is where the trouble at. I'm a Benz bubble cat, leather with the wood grain. In the platinum frame it's not a game. Gleaming, from ear to ear, wrist to wrist, ring and chain. even me and Quat-G got it locked, crazy!"

Quatre grinned at Duo. "In the Ferrari or Jaguar switching four lanes, with the top down screamin out Money ain't a thang!"

Duo continued. "Bubble hard in the double 'R' flashin' the rings, with the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang!"

Quatre took his turn again. "Jigga I don't like it if it don't gleam clean, and to hell with the price 'cause the money ain't a thang!"

Duo continued again. "Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang, when you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang!"

...

Beat starts to fade off slowly...

"What in the world was that?!" Quatre shouted as he stood up in his bed. "There is no way I'll ever say yes to Duo! Oh man, what a nightmare!"

Quatre sighed and fell back on his bed. "Although, that iced-Q was pretty neat..."

THE END

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