Lyrics:
get it no option it's either get money or turn into dust
I'm working hard ain't no stopping money the only thing making me blush
I can't be focused
hard base
Who you think helped them wash their money
They left their man behind enemy lines, All hungry
The winter war was for sure, I live next door
concentration
Losin' my patience, hard times for goodness sake'n
I'm tryin' to make it through these hard times (hard, times)
I'm tryin' to make it through
[Pastor Troy talking}
Pastor, disaster
I'm just laying down my bass shit
You know my bass my bass one
Y'all God damn (well UN-huh nigga)
Crank that
of you bitches, I'll put yo brain in stitches
This remix for real niggaz who get money to trenches
Check my resume nigga, I got that one hitta quitta
I’m high like an attic
Have sympathy and love for the addicts
Addicted to money
I need it I have it
Tricks are for kids
Money jumpin' like rabbits
And you, wha? Nigga
I ain't scared of you bitches, I'll put yo' brain in stitches
This remix for real niggaz who get money to trenches
Check my resume
you hatred
There's no applause for ya and success is hard for ya
There's enemies, envy, with green my niggas, lawnmower
And I'm on tour, Jordan 4's, Tom
ring-ting-A-ling
for the maid.
If you happen To be rich
And you find you are
Left by your lover,
Though you moan and you groan
Quite a lot,
You can take it
I came up hard, selling that hard, I made it out
Hallelujah
A lot of em fraud, they call the Serg, figured it out
Hallelujah
Pastors be fake, I see
me how to spend it
(yeah) , I work hard for it (Work hard)
My relationship with God got me
Richer than my pastors (Pastors)
Niggas be bringin' up
[Pastor Troy]
Verse 1:
Introduction to a lunatic (come on)?huh, y'all playing (come on)
Got AK's for tha stupid shit (come on)?huh,
And that's all
sweeter than honey
I'm on these streets in a Benz, see me getting this money
Can't forget about my friends, yelling "Free Rummy"
Real nigga for real,
"LA Dub Z"
"Troy L, stop playing with em"
Know the moment's been coming, I been waiting for a long time
Long nights, long line, it's been a long
on them hoes but for me he's a baby (mwah)
Woo, I'm having my way with this shit (huh)
I'm on the way to the money (ugh), then on the way to the dick
I
bruised up, scarred hard
All you wanna know is (where my money at?)
She thought he'd call (where my money at?)
[Chorus: (Akon) ] (x2)
Cos I'mma tell you
The project babies gang bangin', hangin' and pistol slangin'
Pastor Troy ass ready, to killin' and stealin' just to make it
I pistol-whipped a nigga for
Went to the rib shack, ordered chicken and the collard
greens but there's no money left in my wallet
But I kept fifty cents for my juice (word?)
Now we
murdered by the pastor's wife and child
Just to protect they lifestyle
Yeah a lot of shit on my mind
And I still got some questions I be looking for signs
road homies enabled
Still making money but I ain't got no label
Enticed by my friends I ain't disabled
When I say only the the family they thee only
Mannie Fresh, Lil' Wayne and Turk
Baby and BG
The HB's with Strings on the cd-Its all gravy
Wait till you see us on TV
I'm Juvenile it ain't hard for you
gon' shake her ass for the money
I be living fast for the money aTL ATL ATL
Nigga taking chances for the money
Still hustle hard for the money
Nigga
match my green.
Killer, Pastor, and Koopa are the master machine.
[Chorus]
[Pastor Troy]
Y'all know me, it's P.T.
Well I un huh and all of that,
Money
I ain’t living for it
It ain’t all about. Money
No grip on me
Im talking that. Ohhhh
Have your whole life set
Or upset about. Money
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