Can't Get Enough

[Intro] Look at you now (Nino please) Ah don't start bitchin' up now You dont have my product and you don't have my money (you got to give me another chance Nino please) Look the brothers don't wait to get paid Money talks, bullshit runs the marathon So see ya and I wouldn't want to be ya [Hook: One Be Lo & Magestik Legend] Livin' in the fast lane and can't slow down Some people can't get enough of it Even if ya livin slow lane, take ya chain Cause they can't get enough of it F.B.I. smuggle the crack to ya city Cause they can't get enough of it Got niggas on the block everyday, all day Because they can't get enough of it Shorties in the club, shakin' ass for cash Because they can't get enough of it All up in the casino, watch ya luck run out Because you can't get enough of it The poor stay poor, the rich keep gettin richer Cause they can't get enough of it Blood stained brothers like Able and Cain Because they can't get enough of it [One Be Lo:] Yo They say money's the root of all evil, it's got to be wicked I seen million dollar preachers robbin' church senior citizens A lot of cats buying lottery tickets Somebody offer u a mill', you probably with it Cut ya finger off, suck a cock, pose in a magazine Get some life insurance for your loved ones And make it seem like a boat accident You know Uncle sam be taxin' it Cash your shit, you dont know the half of it It's like roaches in the ashtray Anyday can be your last day, but when u leave the cash stay Schools full of students, 'Cuz these students score wealth Got seven, eight figures, but they can't afford health Soon as you meet your death soldier This country sacrificed millions for the millions While your family's strapped for left overs Checks in the mail, 'Cuz they can't get enuff of ya dollaz Hustles scheims and crimes is plotted Sometimes (sometimes) you gotta (you gotta) [Magestik Legend:] You gotta do what you gota do I can't judge you not me, I'm not you We got guys hidin tools in drive-throughs Like give me all the money; Oh yeah, 'And some frys too That same lootin', makes e'm that big roller Now he can hit the club an play some strip poker You know the girls on stage, take it off for dollars Tell they moms an dads they work as fashion-show models Tell they boyfriends, I'm trying to work my way through college They go from dacin, to servin cats wit plates an condoms And now they sellin' crack too, but not as bad as them pussycats That push they crack where they moms live at They punch the gas and never be lookin back Tis' rumors splashed, 'And now they all fucked up Cause they moms cook crack [Hook] (Stop right here, right here) (Don't mess it up this time, it's for real baby, we 'bout to get it) (Alright, alright, I'm 'bout to run in here, hand me my mask) (Yea here we go, alright alright) Dooobdoodoo Doobdoodoo Doobdoodoodoodoo [Magestik Legend:] Its a stick up, don't fuck with me You touch that button you gon' be floatin' Just grab the keys and get that money register open Yes the gun is loaded I ain't pointin' fingers inside a Qoutes Niggas is broke You get this red right right through your throat! Thats right had it over 'An tell your boss, We run these streets Let somebody find out We comin back ahunred deep!, (hunred deep niga) Yo I bust out the door wavin' cash drawer Empty the money in the the bag Watch my back wit the four-four Niggas hardcore, we about to splurge at the hideout We laid low just to get away Then we swerve and ride out (ride out) [One Be Lo:] We Out Lyrical escapades over the break, burn rubber, accelerate By any means like Malcom X would say Time to celebrate Soon I get a record deal and be extra paid First I think I'll buy an escalade But no escape is what I didn't estimate This is bullshit If my money ain't on the table, then I'm through with you labels (You think it's that easy?) I'm sayin', you think its that easy? I'm sittin' here makin' my music and not gettin' paid? (Ah but you haven't recouped yet I own you and your music You signed the contracts That's the deal) [One Be Lo:] Yo You really wanna know the deal (what's that) These new jacks is gettin' lost in the shuffle Cuz they didn't know the game was a hustle But watchin all the card sharks ain't the hard part The hard part is knowing how to play your cards smart These greedy record labels make it so damn sickening Not only sign a wack MC, but sign they whole damn click I'm tryin' ta make a honest livin' from expression of self These record labels only usin' me to register wealth Promised to buy moms a house, (what) a large bank account If I criss-cross it over, Rock it inside and out Some rappers can't get enough of it If you talkin' bout a plush budget Man they even do a song with (gunshots) Doobdoodoo Doobdoodo Doobdoodoodoodoodoo