Lyrics:
Make Money Money Make Money Money Money
Take Money Money Take Money Money Money
Shake Money Money Shake Money Money Money
Stick Money Money Stick
the fame, I don't want the money, nigga keep it
Niggas stuck up in they ways and they be hatin' for no reason
Who that is
Boy that's Mr. Stand-On-Business
my man, tonight
From the bed to the kitchen
To the livin? room and couch
We done blessed every room
In this New York penthouse
Miami estate house by
Make plans with your crime family
Get money money, take money money
Get money money, take money money
By age 19 Tyheim is turned out
He ain't talkin'
in the cauldron
Horse hoof in the dog's mouth
Cholera in the well
Make money periodically vomiting on himself
I read Nat Geo, craft and crack
before
That man will murder you
The lowest form of a thief is a cat burglar
Tiptoe-in' but the whole while cloning
The elephant’s in the room, the bitch
I don't feel the same, I don't feel the same
Homies aint the same, make no sense
Imma need some change
Imma need some better things
I put that
of friends
yet you still hate, a nigga fresh out the gate (un huh)
enemy of the state (un huh) rappers love to hate
rhymes by the crate, make these ho's
daddy had bricks wit santan
Know some niggas who swipe like money man
I'm chasin money so none of the bullshit matter
These niggas be lame whole bunch
the streets and they moving packs
The type to rap about a bunch of shit that they don't do
I ain't even hating cause I was once in your shoes
Pussy money cars I
What makes a man
That all talk no bite
Will leave you looking stuck again
Gotchu thinking how you living life
And who yo real friends
Keep it simple
my bul and they don't make cats like that no more
They broke the mold niggas funny but their jokes is old
You getting money that jingles we're getting
hey)
Pint forty-five hundred but the
Pop one dollar (Man, fuck that)
Pop one dollar but the
Pint forty-five hundred
Walk around, ten credit cards
I don't
I live just enough for the city so I get by
Money never changed how I felt, would I risk my
Life for a dollar, homie? Nah, I don't think so
Greed
the nature, need an acre for my recipe
They got my soul, but I don't let them take the rest of me
My melody, a little like Kenny G's, it's heavenly
And my
the nature, need an acre for my recipe
They got my soul, but I don't let them take the rest of me
My melody, a little like Kenny G's, it's heavenly
And my
as bright as a jewel
Begging for me like a fool
I'm always breaking the rules
No I don't think that I'm cool
I count my money in bands
I got enough in my
Kenny, Jimmy
This one's for y'all
OAOAA
DOLO
If you want some come and get some
We ain't scared of ya'll we are 10 feet tall
If you wanna fight come
(Eat a dick up)
Stick up, stick up, stick up kids
Still don't nothin' move but the money
Stick up, stick up, stick up kids
Still don't nothin'
I make it rain
Till the money be pourin’
This ain’t a thang
If I ball then I’m scorin’
I don’t know no one
That’s rhymin’ like me
You ain't
of beat downs and rebounds
Concrete street sound
Shootin' by C-town
Nowadays these new dudes is tampons
The type to hustle right in front they man's
somethin' man, your ass is grown
Drug dealin' just to get by
Stackin' money 'til it get sky high
(Kids, sing, kids, sing)
We wasn't supposed to make it
In the damn studio
Make the damn soundtrack
Then we shoot the movie yo
Fuck that shit
We don’t need a damn microphone
Right now we unknown
But soon we
dead, don't bump your head
Man I'm bout to make right for you and me
To my ghetto children, Be Free
See how life's suppose to be
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