Money Probs

Everybody's got money probs But who knows how to solve 'em Sell ya soul or ya body, but Everybody wanna hold 'em, tight If money had a special smell and I could feel it in the air I'd beg, I'd praise the lord for blessin' me, I'm a millionaire But thanks devil, my nose not that well sensed It's more like seeing money all the time, over the fence Like little kids get flat print on showcase nose Havin' big dong but ugly face and no hoes It's all about the money in the pocket, let me have a fairy Donkey, That can shit some bills in KFC buckets, yo Ain't no cash ain't no stat for hoes Ain't no hoe so mo' time for bros Want the jackpot, leave the hedgehog Everybody's hustlin like crackrocks yo Everybody's got money probs But who knows how to solve 'em Sell ya soul or ya body, but Everybody wanna hold 'em, tight I got business to do -yeah I am busy you fool -ah I hustle everyday Just to get my bills paid Just to get by, ain't got much to lose What I got is an assful of dues, it's a mess I won't choose Again if I had the choice I'd trade shoes With a dude that got a huge sum of cash Instead of takin' another bruise from the class Ain't no cash ain't no stat for hoes Ain't no hoe so mo' time for bros Want the jackpot, leave the hedgehog Everybody's hustlin like crackrocks yo Everybody's got money probs But who knows how to solve 'em Sell ya soul or ya body, but Everybody wanna hold 'em, tight I'm chasin papers, god I hate vegas I would be rich if there were only 8 bars Moneys always in favor like 24/7 Sneaky traitors, I hate 'em, they promising heaven But I'm a poker lovin' fool and a sucker for blackjack Bitches know best, don't even ask for my paychecks Hustler far away, the clumsy loser next door, the Man without a trace of getting out of his poorness Ain't no cash ain't no stat for hoes Ain't no hoe so mo' time for bros Want the jackpot, leave the hedgehog Everybody's hustlin like crackrocks yo Everybody's got money probs But who knows how to solve 'em Sell ya soul or ya body, but Everybody wanna hold 'em, tight Money money money money on my mind Gimme more money, for more money I would die "But what if ends and you're runnin' out of time?" Well, fuck it -I keep on hustlin' for a good life I have to fight to get my cash right to buy More cars, more cribs and more than 10 wives I'm the one who 's in struggle and strife 'Cause I have to pay alimony for another ex-wife Ain't no cash ain't no stat for hoes Ain't no hoe so mo' time for bros Want the jackpot, leave the hedgehog Everybody's hustlin like crackrocks yo Everybody's got money probs But who knows how to solve 'em Sell ya soul or ya body, but Everybody wanna hold 'em, tight