It¡¯s about the cash flow, it¡¯s about the hustle man
|
It¡¯s about the bank roll, it¡¯s about the hustle game
|
We talkin¡¯ green money, we breakin¡¯ green down
|
You bustin¡¯ swishin¡¯ swishes, we burn it by the pound
|
We talkin¡¯ stacks of bricks, whatever it takes to make it
|
We talkin¡¯ crack a his, when they is tryin¡¯ to take it
|
It¡¯s about their bad bitch, it¡¯s about their pretty car
|
Taking long trips, and smokin¡¯ good cigars
|
It¡¯s about that shoe jane, it¡¯s about that new chain
|
It¡¯s about that fresh breath, it¡¯s about helpin¡¯ yourself
|
It¡¯s about what¡¯s in your heart, it¡¯s about if you got heart
|
You gotta be one hundred, nigger finest car
|
|
I can¡¯t live without it, I gotta go and get it
|
Money makes the whole world go ¡®round
|
And if you talkin¡¯ ¡®bout gettin¡¯ it I¡¯m down, I¡¯m down
|
I can¡¯t live without it, I gotta go and get it
|
Money makes the whole world go ¡®round
|
And if you talkin¡¯ ¡®bout gettin¡¯ it I¡¯m down, I¡¯m down
|
|
I have sex to my girl to a rap song (rap song?)
|
So not even my baby comin¡¯ at heart
|
I tell ¡®em on to the little bit sour talk
|
I used to keep eight thous in my sock drawer
|
Every session is progression, every each is rhyme
|
One life, no fast forward or rewind
|
I¡¯m never satisfied, couldn¡¯t talk I¡¯m tryin¡¯ to climb
|
You know life¡¯s a bitch with no panty line
|
Money in my Louie bag, it¡¯s how I carry mine
|
Every time you see a nigger it is camera time
|
Money make the world go round and round
|
That¡¯s why I go block to block, movin¡¯ pound for pound
|
|
I can¡¯t live without it, I gotta go and get it
|
Money makes the whole world go ¡®round
|
And if you talkin¡¯ ¡®bout gettin¡¯ it I¡¯m down, I¡¯m down
|
I can¡¯t live without it, I gotta go and get it
|
Money makes the whole world go ¡®round
|
And if you talkin¡¯ ¡®bout gettin¡¯ it I¡¯m down, I¡¯m down
|
|
I got bills on top of bills, I got problems just like you
|
But it is what it is, I gotta solve ¡®em just like you
|
I¡¯m ridin¡¯ with no ills, I go to jail just like you
|
Oh yea and I got a baby momma, I catch hell just like you
|
So miss me with that rap shit, now ain¡¯t got no rap shit
|
That don¡¯t mean I¡¯ve done stuff
|
That mean I did my shit to stool
|
I keep a fuckin¡¯ banker, every time I hit the streets
|
Tryin¡¯ to get this paper, G 14 that¡¯s what she¡¯ll sweat
|
I be bitch, break a bitch, it¡¯s a wrap
|
Buy ¡®em low, sell ¡®em high and I care
|
I went from chrome to bricks to lay ¡®em down with the straps
|
Okay now hit it, I feel like ballin¡¯ tittie and that¡¯s a wrap
|
|
I can¡¯t live without it, I gotta go and get it
|
Money makes the whole world go ¡®round
|
And if you talkin¡¯ ¡®bout gettin¡¯ it I¡¯m down, I¡¯m down
|
I can¡¯t live without it, I gotta go and get it
|
Money makes the whole world go ¡®round
|
And if you talkin¡¯ ¡®bout gettin¡¯ it I¡¯m down, I¡¯m down
|
|
-----------------
|
Em Down
|
| 8Ball |
