It's The Money/Fake ID Interlude

Lyrics

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 that's 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
 That's taught 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 blessings nigga
 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 that's 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
 Uh, ever since them first red and black Jordan
 Till when you couldn't get nothin' for that little girl that you were courting'
 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 you're ridin' big-boy six hundred
 Like a nigga ain't supposed to have nuttin', that's 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
 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 that's 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
 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 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 shawty'
 '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, it's the money that got you in this thang
 From gettin' squirreled for a buck out in this world
 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 that's 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

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Duration
04:57
Key
7
Tempo
92 BPM

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