Money

[Intro] Money, forget the money [Hook] The root of all evil deceiving cause even My closest people tryin' to get me for my (money) Cause envy breeds jealousy, jealousy breeds hate They on the taste for the (money) Now where do I begin? They send you out to reel you back in And its all for the (money) Cause envy breeds jealousy, jealousy breeds hate They on the taste for the (money) [Verse 1: Ludacris] My biggest gift and my curse More money, more problems tell me what's worse Getting audited by the government, giving up millions to the IRS Or having to take a paternity test from a bitch I never met I'm getting sued by my own family member, all cause my dog bit her And she was the one who walked up and put her hand out, and now she got her handout It's driving me crazy, almost as if this shit was planned out What else can anybody do to me? It ain't new to me when every time I turn around Another money hungry motherfucker suing me Truthfully, I've had it up to here And it don't help that Forbes reports what I'm makin every year They listen closely, and I was really demonized That I was told to go to school, graduate and get a job But I'm a Hip Hop cash king, rapper from the South And everybody wants the easy way out [Hook] [Verse 2: Ludacris] Yeah, rappers foreclosin' on their houses Can't keep up the payments, they owe a couple hundred thousand Say they making millions, and bills steady pillin' Diamonds on their neck, they kids' stomach out here growlin Get your priorities in order nigga You talk about it, but you really can't afford it nigga That car you bought depreciated once you drove off No wonder your baby momma wanna knock your nose off (BLAHHH) Half the industry going bankrupt You see em' smiling in the club with their drinks up Don't let that television fool ya Off camera they sweating and stressin My young students, let me school ya The diamonds ain't worth half what you bought them for (no) Soon all that Gucci don't fit, now you out of dough One day your pocket's alright now they all wrong Fuck you gonn' do when it's all gone Talkin bout the [Hook] [Verse 3: Rick Ross] Lemme talk to these hoes, woadie Uhh, uh Imagine being worth a 100 mill Your potentials of having a billion is only real Images, more bitches and they named in your will A new Mercedes, a baby, your aim was to chill You choose a pussy or pop a bottle, grow half a mill All you wanted was some entertainment All she wanted was some litigation Exploiting a simple penetration Telling the courtroom that I'm being evasive She wanted to walk into the SunTrust She made me sign over my lil son's trust Take away the joy my lil daughter brings Bitch even wanted to take my daughter's rings Misfortunes of a rich nigga You watch BET while she look at the big picture [Hook]