Lyrics:
sips of coffee
He poured this wisdom out
Said "If you want my two cents on making a dollar count
Buy dirt
Find the one you can't live without
Get
got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got money on my beeper, dead trees on my phone
ball, you cant drip, aye, ima get this money, make a double trip, aye
Hook: ima get this money, yea by any means, tired of working 3 jobs, need
society
And to get the resources to do what you want
You have to stand out
Money is how we transfer wealth
Money is social credits
It is the ability
society
And to get the resources to do what you want
You have to stand out
Money is how we transfer wealth
Money is social credit's
It is the ability
understandably shaken up by this release
The question everybody wants to know is:
Why'd they get this nigga started? 2Pac, rather Makaveli
Was not available for
and narrow
Loud money all you talk
You gone share it
Quiet money steady guarded by a cherub
Yawl want money from above
Heaven's treasures what I love
Quiet
Deco suave
Block am for Wuse 2
Nack am with 2 by 2
This one na anticurise
This one na anticurise
Block am for wuse 2
Hit up my guys with tools
Nack
the Kush bottled up (up)
.40 Cal, pal, you can get hollowed up (doot-doot)
If you ain't talkin' 'bout money, homie then that's cheap chatter (ha)
I'm
been held up yet, well uh, I ought to make it by sundown,
I figure that's enough time for me to get the whole rundown,
So I continue my mission, it's
uh, I ought to make it by sundown,
I figure that's enough time for me to get the whole rundown,
So I continue my mission, it's gettin' dark
So now I'm
cigarettes on my head
Cops on the lead, chasing they be shooting
2 Dead on the spot, Nigga died a thug life
Money make life go round and dive
I need a pool in
We can speed in my two seater
Girl I got a two seater
Speed in my two seater
In my two seater
I'm about to go real fast and it's easy to stop
up the sticky
Not that barnyard hay
We just getting to the money
Then get on our way
Yep, 3 whips back to back
Followed by a Cadillac
Trucks, sluts
Three major players gettin' papers by the layers
And those that betray us on the block get rocked like Amadeus
Fakers get used as shootin' targets soon
a scuba
New money AI my medula
For a band she gon blow like a tuba
Them two one me so savage
My lifestyle look so lavish
Some dopes make licks off trapping
By
Walk on by
Walk on by
Walk on by
Walk on by
Yeah, bitch, I said what I said
I'd rather be famous instead (walk on by)
I let all that get to my
that I had at the time was singing. And I thought, well, if I could get a record deal and become a singer, then I can make lots of money and become
hit the boat and take a shower
Head back to the airport, and hide the money in the tower
Stack blocks by the keys
L to the O to the X you'll see
to crazy dough, I never get enough
Your money like old men, can't get it up
I'm spittin? up sicker stuff, middle fingers up
Luck, I'll never give y'all
explode
Where Brooklyn at?
Yo, BK don't play
Harlem World
Where niggas get the money all day
Boogie Down Bronx, specialize in gunplay
Triboro, so
Bet we roll a hundred deep when we pull up on god
Fueled the mission by my myself no hesitation to start
Pulled the trigger myself on occasion now I’m
Yeah, I go by the name of Cassidy the Hustler
And I brought two of my niggaz with me
And we about to shut the industry down
Ayo Wheezy let's get
But deep in my heart, this is "No Way Out II" (let's rock)
I spend absurd money, private bird money
That Bill Gates, Donald Trump, Bloomberg money
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