Lyrics:
a record company, givin out advancements
Get my money back, by any circumstances
My million dollar spot, not to mention
Drive through service, Church's
shot
And you gon rat like Splinter
Catch you wrong time
Nigga snatch your whole dinner
I was down for the summer
Imma grind the whole winter
By the time
toys
Throw it up on the eastside with Pastor troys
Listen to me catch the voice
Champ told me step up
Black told me your pen kill
World try to handcuff
it), for real
So hard I go, I keep pushing (yeah)
The game so crazy, I'm in it like deep pussy (yeah)
I got chip from tryna get the whole cookie
since we made love
I'm stone cold, the bed's hard, and the work gets tough
I'm never gonna leave you again
This job ain't worth the pain
No money in
All I want is power
Get this, get this money by the hour
That power, that power, that power
All I want is this power
Money brings me this power
All
where my money at?)
If Illuminati buying souls and only
Fear was dying broke
And God who made my life this hard
So hell where we decide to go
Could you
went down
The ladies living here sure are different
They took my hard earned money now they're gone
Never did they ever satisfy me like a hard lovin'
baby
You get the fare I'll go the show
You bet the horses and I'll pick up the
Dough
You work hard and it hurt my pride
I'll be there right by
other's space
His hard hands rubbin' against the pretty skin of my mother's face
Dig for treasure 'til his hands looked like hands of a junkie
So coarse,
I get it, you got it, like 1-2-3
I've been working hard as hell for you
To show you things you've never knew
Don't have to do it all by yourself
bruised up, scarred hard
All you wanna know is (where my money at?)
She thought he'd call (where my money at?)
[Chorus: (Akon) ] (x2)
Cos I'mma tell you
How many times have you heard someone say
If I had his money i could do things my way
But little they know
That it's so hard to find
One rich man in
what I came for
Not leaving 'til I am stable
I spent everything on ya
Spent my energy on ya
Put that loyalty on ya
I ain't got nothing left
I'm
nigga Max bailed out
500 horses when I peel out
Shawty don't judge me like a car lot
Show me love baby
Grind hard for everything you want
Got sacrifice
Baby girl I think we need to sit and talk, talk, talk
Playing with my money, paper, scissors, rock, rock, rock
Blowing up my heart then stick a pen
How many times have you heard someone say
If I had his money I could do things my way
But little they know that it's so hard to find
Once rich man
is religion, so mysterious
Why is black life so hard?
They say you're not supposed to question God
Well is it okay to question the pastor?
Was it
and Archie come to do the rest
Step in the way, multiple shots are goin' through your chest
You must have called Pastor Troy 'cause boy, you is blessed
along
It's a great life if you don't weaken but who wants to be strong
Just give me my money and cold hard pension give my guitar in tune
And get me
other's space
His hard hands rubbin' against the pretty skin of my mother's face
Dig for treasure 'til his hands looked like hands of a junkie
So coarse,
How many times have you heard someone say
If I had his money I could do things my way
But little they know it's so hard to find one rich man in ten
and that's all I know, that's all I ever knew
Get money or get nothing, you know what I'm saying? (I feel)
And I feel that way (I feel it), for real
So
Well I've got open eyes
And an open door
But I don't know what I'm searching for
I should know by now
See I've a big old heart
This I know for
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