Lyrics:
is cash involved
I gotta have it
There's many different levels to
The criminal mind
Either you in it for the money
Or you wasting your time
My destiny
11 testin' in tha glass house
Straight twamped out 'cause hang gotta Caddy on them thangs
Wit a phat-ass TV, so at age 9 I wanted that to be me
And now
your name?
My name is Money, that much is true
Listen up, this what I'm gon' do
I won't wait for you to get a lil' bigger
I hit you with the tec-9
Gotti why you turned up bad cause nikka i was just down bad
Got my name off shooting dice and on that nine I'll bet my last
Stacking more then I
a kit
Honestly honest head out the window like a drive-by
Uber Eats, we pull up for the beef with like five guys
Nine lives feeling Alinity I'ma fly high
fucking drugs or fucking bye
Fucking fuck the gang or bye
Sleeping in cars
Now we living in some condos
A ten on his neck, call nine on me no rondo
We
all that payback shit you ripped in jail
by then i'll have that nine to make that brain thang hang out, nigga
you fuckin' with the g'sta
when you
by the book guy
I'ma get the money by rook or crook like
I was in the mud, had to climb up for fresh air
Why you think it's mic' corn when they step
the cream and the cash, by any means I'ma mash
So go get my green out the stash, walk with that beam in ya ass
'Cause I gotta
Hit the block, count that
rounds we can go there
Capo bring that regime and handle it
Capo just strapped wit Tec's and nine's
For busten in the sky gotta grenade launcher
Ain't
George but I'm curious
Sex, drugs and entertainment
Cuz I don't play sports I play the pavement
Flex, slugs till ya get a braining
Tecs, thugs, even more
recognize my style boy
Cause I'll tap your back
(and let that be that)
If I had a nine or a twenty-two
It wouldn't make a difference
Close range or up
to die
Should I change or rearrange it keeps coming
My TEC-9 will never stop gunning
Motherfucker's down
Homies they keep trippin'
Fuck with me and yo'
ass by a distance
You ain't customly did it or oringally interior
Your like them West side niggaz'll sit that thang on them switches
Them by 9's be
spending hella faces
I'm talking to the 1
That be on that money shit
2 blowing up that 3
With my niggas from the 4
Oh
Niggas fuck 5-0
Catch me by the zone 6
Gotcha ma bae
I am on ma way
I am the dead
I stay for red
Gotta soma cash
Crips gonna bled
Yah yah yah money money money money
You talk lout about it
on TV
Aint giving no daps or no hugs to these niggas kuz bitch i aint friendly
On my way to the top i won't stop serving blocks keep it hot like serena
Blicky on my body négro j'vais pas gonfler les pecs
Fais allusion à mon gang on hésite pas tu vas goûter le TEC-9
Si on t'a finesse gros c'était pour
goes by and I begin to grow
Not in height but juice and cash flow
I pick up my feet and begin to watch TV
'Cause now I got other people working for me
Cash rules everything around me
Cash rules everything around me
Money Motivated
You fucked up if you thought
You'd be at the top
All by your
or you will respect mine
Or leave the TEC 9 and leave it for dude
The realest you gonna feel is when you face your death
Sorry I didn't know nigga don't
the edge
To do some shit like that?
The green and gold
I done filled my lungs up with so much of this crack smoke
My neck's bloated, my TEC's loaded,
and my brother a nine
Business is booming everyhing is cool
I pull about a g a week, fuck school
A year passed by and I began to grow
Not in height but
the same place, nigga UPT
Represent the same war, VL 13
Still carry mine tighter, niggas real B.G.
Still tote my chopper, and my 2-23
Now Cash Money is my
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