Lyrics:
One day I wanna make big profits, but right now I’m getting paid by the hour.
But an old black man, in an old mini van, had a saying that knowledge
Kane is in the building n****
Fairwell
Fairwell
Fairwell
Fairwell
Fairwell
Fairwell
Where my old lady at
Where my old, where
She is
off your own supply
From a key to a G, it's all about money
10 piece for a 10, base pipe comes free
If people out there are not hip to the fact
If
journey
A burdensome load
Money or morals
You live by a code
Because selling dope
Don't mean selling your soul
I met a man
He offered me hope
He showed me
of Nick's wit' my sack for the whole day
Drive-by's, that was road rage
Then we park and hop out
Learn levels to this whole thang
Old school, play
I was cruisin' with some friends up to Tahsis B.C.
We were looking for a guy who we met just down the street
Tried to rope us in, tried to cut us
The material mind is enticed by the dollar bill
It makes some brothers fight, and some would even kill
Some will do anything for a bill
Cause they think they'll
and get hung by a rope (hey)
We got the weed and the dog and the coke (dog)
Niggas weren't there we was robbin' the North (robbed)
Pistol P bless his
livin' a lie
with yo' suit and tie, and yo' love for hoes
You ain't shit motherfucker and Short Dawg knows
I'm from the old school, do the old school
off your own supply
From a key to a G, it's all about money
10 piece for a 10, base pipe comes free
If people out there are not hip to the fact
If
In the center of the darkness
There is plenty of light
Salvation is the target
For freedom, you paid with your life
What were you hoping to find?
By
with; his money, he don't make enough
He can try and hit me up, if he really think he tough
You think I'm lying, I got something for y'all, just call my
he could tell
Now Salty Sam is the harbour dog and he helps the boats to dock
By swimming out and pulling ropes but for danger he keeps watch
get up, get up, get up
I'ma get up in your mind right now
Make you feel like dying right now
I'ma make you pray to God
To the good old Lord for
money
It don't mean nothin
I was thinkin in my head
Like he ain't seen nothin
Cops at me by the car I ain't seen nothin
If u won't fall for anything
You
that's all you know
Give them what they want they still gunnin' for my soul
Give them what they want they keep coming back for more
I'm off the top rope
friend back home
And he asked me
Why do you ride for your money
Tell me why do you rope for short pay
You ain't a'gettin' nowhere
And you're
and fell in the stream
The other stood by, deadly pale
A loud cry for help and old rover plunged in
No sight of old age or delay
And as he slowly swam
Fifteen minutes, better I get some rope You don't make me happy, money do
But I love your choke, money make me float I love when I'm so high
Money make me
He was just an old country doctor
In a little Kentucky town
Fame and fortune had passed him by
But we never saw him frown
As day by day in his
the Darkside
and god I like to for killin over some Benjamins
but it wasn't about my money it was bout his pride
he had to run to the van he was defending it
in
to treat it, never take for granted, she got me trapped
[Chorus]
My money, money, money, my bitch is my money
Oh money you my honey
Money is my bitch
Lay the fibers side by side
And you'll begin to understand
I know it's over
I was born a choker
Nobody's comin' for me
Comin' for me
Mm-mm (I
hoop and a certain by 10 of G
Hit a leaf, fell in love, I was served peace, I'm the guap, but you think I'm sly for me
And my buddas, you know I'm gon'
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