Gotta Make That Money (feat. E-40)

Yeah, uh, mm, give it to me
 Mmmmm, yeah
 Yeah yeah
 Mm, no no no no
 Seems like every night, right before I go to sleep
 I say a little prayer to the lord that he keep me
 I used to be the kind of nigga that didn't give a fuck about nobody
 The slightest little thing would make me mad
 Especially if it involved my money
 And I can't tell you 'bout the next man
 But I love pullin' up in big sedans
 Wit all my niggas in a caravan
 Holla if ya hear me
 Now I'd love to break ya, bring ya down
 And take you back again
 But that would take too much time
 And I gotta hit the streets again
 1 - and even if the sun don't shine, I'll still be hustlin'
 Gotta get that money, make that money
 Keep it comin', if it takes all night, can't be strugglin'
 Somebody come help me
 Can ya tell me why is slangin' always on my mind?
 Must be buggin'
 I guess they figured I would quit and they could get me
 If they tapped my line
 Don't mean nothin'
 I'll still be hustlin'
 Now I hate to be the one to tell ya, but I don't mind
 Niggas can hate if they want to
 And I'm still gon' get mine
 Yes, I still be ridin' in a sc on dubs
 And I won't be seen at none of the clubs
 And uh, all your women would know who I was
 (and that you wouldn't like) and that you wouldn't like
 If everybody kept they mind on gettin' they skrilla
 Won't be no time to fuck with mine, so won't be no killin'
 I'll just sit back and recline, smoke this philly
 And keep my fingers laced with diamonds like big willie
 But for now, catch me on compton avenue
 With a handful of hundreds and a strap or two
 Puttin' it down for my niggas like they told me to
 You need some candy, so won't you come thru
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 [e-40]
 Sometimes I'm suited up
 Sometimes I'm bummy, lookin' like a crook
 Hair all nappy and wild - we call it the full nuk
 Mashin', mobbin' and thrashin'
 Woopers, horns and tweeters blastin'
 Throbbin', hoggin' and doggin'
 Godzilla ballin'
 When it's money callin'? war-rank
 Just ride your runners fool
 Be 'bout your bank
 Sittin' fat like?
 All about my money, duffle bags full of scratch
 Artillery fire arms and gats
 Reep my mill, cap my feddy, get my bread
 ? on my tail, but I'm tryin' for them, but they want me dead
 Cuz I made it out the game without a clue or trace
 Used to sell that bass
 Rock cavvy candy,?
 Never had to stop, enemies on the block, they knew it (they knew it)
 As far as I was concerned,? man I do it
 Check it out
 Money schemin'
 Prince albert, chocolate philly, glocks garcia vegas
 Black and miles on the pack again (yes)
 What you know about that?
 Tq and e-40 fonzarelli a.k.a. charlie hustle, easy
 Bitch!