Revenue

(1st verse) All I hear is money, money, money money money These motherfuckers see me they be wanting something from me And honestly I’m fed up, but I will never let up You shouldn’t knock me down cuz I’m better when I get up Rap pro-fessor, knowledge is my game Money is the language that I speak and my shit is profane So grab yourself a seat, and listen to the king And spark a lil tree as you open up your brain [Hook]: Where my hoes at? Where my fellas too? Getcha hands up if you makin revenue - (repeat 3x) Get money get money everyday, and never let it be a different way (2nd verse) Landed right back on the strip, on my back from some shit Dogg you win some you lose some – that’s what it is I been punched in the gut, took a couple Ls Had my ass tossed out like Jazz and Uncle Phil Dummy as a youngin man I stayed in trouble still Feelin fortunate that I ain't never get caught into pills But I understand, life’s a rubberband You can stretch and adapt but you never wanna snap I’m forever on the track cuz it’s remedy for pain If this music was elusive my serenity be slain I would never be the same, but listen I’m a man On my own two feet in the position that I stand And, money is the object, but put it in context Once you get what you’re chasin what the fuck is the prospect It’s a contest, this shit is nonsense I ain't letting none of that sit up on my conscious (3rd verse) Both of my parents immigrants Very careful and diligent With how they handle their business and this has trickled down to me I’m rooted in different cultures One is in poverty the other just sits on the sofa Sign of the times I advise you go get a Bulova Government sleeping na I think they just been in a coma It’s so shameful, shameful and everybody claims to Have alla these problems they think money gonna save you It’s numbing to the painful, but nothing gonna cure it Boy I swear I speak the truth I think I’m summoning the spirits Legends rolling in their grave at the way we now behave It’s embarrassing I wonder how shit went in disarray But, you’re only funky as your last cut Andre said it, you focus on the past your ass’ll be a has-but You gotta go on get your cash up That’s-what the old folks said cuz before you know it you’re dead so