This country, you gotta make the money first. Then when you get the money, you get the power. Then when you get the power, then you get the women.
No amount of money ever bought a second of time.
You are not your job. You’re not how much money you have in the bank. You’re not the car you drive. You’re not the contents of your wallet. You’re not your f*****g khakis. You’re the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.
It’s not about money… its about sending a message.
They say money can’t buy happiness, darlings! But it does allow you to give it away!
Show me the money!
If it makes money, it makes sense.
I usually don’t have to go through all of this because by the time the guy gets to me, he pretty much knows what he wants, and it generally has to do with tons of money and power! Do me a favor, do not drink from that cup. I promise you there is not enough money and power on earth for you to be satisfied.
The marriages were for money, of course. But the horror, the horror was for love.
Money is the only friend a woman can rely on.
Friendship and money… Oil and water…
You know, woman, I been all over this world. In cars. Ships. Trains. I seen men die ways I didn’t even know was possible. I ain’t never saw no roots, no demons, no ghosts, no magic. Just power. And only money can get you that.
