Lyrics:
Get money and chill, dollar
Bill rap gangsters, those my real fellows
Rambo rap, renegade rebel
40 cal ammo when they clap to spray devil
Bandana up if
the effort
My mind on the revenue
More than the rest of you that's cause I need it
Not saying that money come cheap
Don't get paid by the hour or week
Think
to pray,
And let the good lord have his way,
You can see brighter days,
Try God’s love, his love is great.
I read first john chapter 1 verse 8 through 10
offer you a little money, you get lured in
I might just pop out at your party sneaking rupees in
My lil homie wanted 5 but I still gave him 10
Hook
Okay
worried about no X-Factor
I don't make as much money so it's less static
Ayy, but I still gotta get this money
Swear to Allah my mama just spent 20 bands
You chasing chicks that ain't the route
Gotta understand what they about
Keep money coming to ya bank account
It's frowned upon being fake for clout
[Tony Yayo]
Money make the world go round [3X]
New York, money make the world go round
L.A., money make the world go round
Midwest, money make
Never have enough
Rip out the stitches and do it again
Go fast go hard
Add another chapter to your legend
Spike your blood
With adrenaline and speed
the music and the rhythm will live on
Cause chaos has a melody and death is like a song
I sing, sing out to the rafters, I sing
Close this little chapter
it in by the loads
Og told me get that money and I told him 10-4
10-4 10-4 10-4 10-4 10-4 10-4
Og told me get that money and I told him 10-4
Headed
Looking to go here or there
I just don't know yet
But i'm focused
Motivated
With a plan in mind
I just want to feel alive
Right
It's a new chapter
I don't
walk by
I keep it moving don't care bout a stop sign (Nope)
I never knew it be this hard
Sick of the bottom but yet I just dig more
Counting my money I
no be race oh
I swear na by him grace
Most underrated champion
Man no get shoe
Man no get raba
Man no get wears
To put on rehearsal
Man no get money
bang-bang
MC's and DJ's (2x)
[ VERSE 2: Afrika Baby Bam ]
Block parties jam-packed, the first time I heard rap
And deejays spinnin breakbeats back
These
and be a rollin' stone
Like pop
Stashin' the rocks by the gats
With the Gs
So I can talk crazy when the narks yell freeze!
I don't fight
falling over just by having you in my mind
Mend that fight, oh listen to them
Kickin' up a ball inside a number 10 wall
Mend that fight, it's twisted
Yo
See, right now, I'm facing time
And I don't know how long
It could be four years, ten years
Could be life
Watch this
Last time I had
to blast me what!
[Bulldog]
y'all motherfuckers know me, homie
The one and only
Sick beef stick to your bitch like baloney, homie
Me and chapter's more
Neck full of jewels whole pocket full of money
All the goons around me so you know I'm comin'
Half a brick in my pocket ten stacks on me
Better let me
Whole lotta money on me right now
It ain't no cappin'
Leaky in the backseat with the 45
One false move and he blastin'
He sayin', "Neighborhood,
10 and i'm on chapter 9
From that point on i'd know it's do or die
And that's how i'm starting to feel daily
Stay writing in hopes my music saves me
club, shoot, stab, sell crack
Straight like that
We eat, sleep, shit street life
Straight like that
We get knocked by the same ?
Straight like that
shout out my brother Birdie
And you can't call us broke, 'cause we count up too much money, uh, uh
And my niggas ain't 'bout that rah-rah, they gon' do
'bout groups, we still top ten
I had to save the group for the last shit
Anything I said before this was passive
Had to saturate the streets with some
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