Make The Money

[Intro] Make the money, don't let the money make us... [x2] [Verse 1: MD] Sometimes, it's like I've gotta be reminded The reason I aspire to be verbally inclining Passing others in position to continue paradigms For beliefs that rappers hold-- only stacks and shooting nines? Don't get twisted-- making money is a vision But yours truly isn't gully, strictly based on definition I make it to the well, I'm dropping pennies and I'm wishing That my paper multiplies, like it did for those I listen... to The thing is that I find a difference In my certain way of thinking and the way the diamonds glisten On the necklace of an artist I adore, looking distant Flaunting riches, saying chains have made the man But, no they didn't! I think my view is logical, but only my opinion In regards to making money, and the status and dominion And the fictional ascending which connects to some possessions Ain't a diss in any way, just some lyrics that I'm sending So practice makes perfect, repetition just to be flawless For now, I'm spitting giving audiences free solace Thinking 'bout the mula... it's a motive and I speak honest We never quit, or rock 'em patches like Rasheed Wallace Addiction to currency has beat all us To the point that we forget we're stronger than the green dollars I apologize, but felt the need to speak on it Make the money, but remember: love should pass a greed promise