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Then we're my brothers for I 
Started getting money

cnd we wasn't drunk 
Kenny called it getting bubbly

cnd that was big bro
My brother was way

Original Lyrics

Boogie Down Productions

Edutainment [Edited]

1990

And the snakes came out the grass 

They don't realize I'm not confined 

Nor trapped by space and time 

I am a rebel, an overthrower 

Descendant

no pill
I keep it real
Don't hang around people who squeal
When I walk by they all kneal
I'm at the beach might go cop me O'Neal
Shawty she dancin'

Hit my money spread
Do my money dance
5 racks in bout 5 days
I hit my running man
I ball hard Shaquille O'neal
You ball hard Juwanna Mann
I take it

No matter what the weather, we be getting our cheddar
So we can have a better tomorrow
Oh, money, cars, superstars, getting ours, working hard
For

concepts at their hardest
Yo, 'cause I'm a teacher
And Scott is a scholar
It ain't about money 'cause
We all make dollars
That's why I walk with my head up

Money make a rich nigga
I be flexed up in the lobby
Count up a few bands servin' like a mail man
Strippers on my timeline
Make 'em do a handstand
Pull up

champagne
Like R.I.P.
Pardon me
This shit a part of me
Probably be the next KID
K, I be
Influenced by J.I.D.
Kenny, Cole, Soul, and the shit I've seen
Know

down in my toes 
Now they tap
Followed by my handclap
Applause
I know I’m spitting that fire 
Are you appalled
Don’t be
It’s a long time coming
And I’ve

(don't get pissed)
And all Guinness Stout and you done know we live comfortable (no doubt)
Money make di gun dem bust out (any second, stupid)

Money money money money money money money
Money money money money money money money
Money make the motherfuckin world go round
I don't play when it

Don't wanna face that bitch
Lose the money, get it back right quick
Tryed to keep it real, why she act like this?
I don't need no bate, I just catch that

Whoa Kenny

Presidential Maybach, with the legroom
Gettin' head in the room, that's the head room
Finna make a play by Harold's (Yeah)
Money

hit the booth
I gotta be ready for every line I gotta make sure I can't lose
I mimic a star by the way that I shine I cannot confine just for you

their pockets hurting
My family broke, and they don't ever miss a Sunday service
Waving when I see a white man in public
But when I see a black man I

sick like a virus
Ah, don't make me do it like my stylist
I hear Top Boy talk from a bunch of quarter-finalists
Real nigga livin' through a bitch

on you that's GloccBaby
I do not kill for fun
Beam on the gun don't try to run
You niggas start that shit
My niggas make sure that's its done
Now I'm

up give and go
Make they knees buckle
If the D struggle
I don't see muscle
The machine slump you
Or get crossed like B. Russell
No time for rebuttals

Berg money shot

Peep that Word play
Damn I got my funny up
To Patrice o'neal levels
Yeah I make em kennel pedants

Bad Romain bitch pissed me off
I told

and hard don't crack
We be getting money forreal no cap
Shorty trying to chill want a Nigga hit that
No sold crack but I did sale pack
Live by the code get

the night into day
Always grind for the money, I'm stackin' the cash
I been a real one from the jump
I ain't gon' cap, neva do the stunt
I'ma do right by my

the Slatt, I'm never gon' kid when it come to these racks, uh
Money like O'Neal, I got a few bills to spend these racks (let's go)
I just bought a new cat

like a Cool J
Man of the modern day renaissance
Girl you'd love it in my car

Why don't you hop in my Cadillac?
So we can go, go
Why don't you hop in my

I get
I guess that mean I spend hella bands
Have you ever got your suit tailor'd by the man
Have you ever got your suit flown in by the man
You don't