It's the Money

Hook Now it's the money, that make this here world round' And it's the money, that make you wanna lay niggas down And it's the money, that make you and your best buddy fight But when you ain't got shit, everything is tight Cause it's the money, that make you wanna flex for them hoes And it's the money, thats keepin' your nose full of that blow And it's the money, that make you think that you bulletproof But niggas 'll do what it takes, just to come up on loot I came in this thang, a little short on change All I had was a dime, couple rhymes, and my name Tryin' to get in where I fit, stuck in this red dirt Plannin' a way to get this money, but I can't get no work See some niggas live, and some niggas die I was hip to the game, can't let no time fly by And though it's the money, that make you wanna shine But believe it's the money, that make you want mine Now nigga for real, got to pay them bills Money got you fucked up, lay em' down for his But homeboy still, you ain't even came up The same way you got it, see your ass gonna get stuck Thats tought from me, straight from a young buck If your shoes ain't tied, then you bound to trip up This money here, is a dangerous weapon, never get attached You'd better count your blessin's nigga Hook Uh, ever since them first red and black Jordans Till' when you couldn't get nothin' For that little girl that you were courtin' And done always been bout' how much paper you got That money can get you a little twat, if you ain't gettin' off your rock That money can make you, or break you Them police shake you, cause your ridin' big-boy six hundred Like a nigga ain't supposed to have nuttin', thats worth a lil' somethin' The reason niggas gettin' chickens in and kickin' in doors Flippin' Jags and Burbans, living life dirty You gotta get it in, the only way you know how Whether you click-click-pow or you delivering flowers Let the bullet rain showers on the nigga who you know got that flow Then took his ass straight out the door, for a few G's A couple of Oz's, and now you broke next week Them little green court papers'll get you caught up in capers Gone sour, money got niggas dying by the hour Hook Now is it me, or is it that you can't take it like a man And stand in these streets and hold your own like a man And man, ain't it sad, that your man hud (hid) and ran From the time you started talkin' that shit, just like a man So do what you can, cause see you lookin' kinda shawt' Cause indeed you gone bleed on your knees, for now you've lost In this maze, tryin' to find another way, just to escape all them filthy ways So shake it off, and shake it loose, just as I've come to say This ain't no dream, as you gleam, just as you cross between Them foolish things, for that ol' green, got you seein' things So what you mean, its the money that got you in this thang From gettin' squirreled for a buck out in this world Hook