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Now it's the money, that make this here world round'
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And it's the money, that make you wanna lay niggas down
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And it's the money, that make you and your best buddy fight
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But when you ain't got shit, everything is tight
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Cause it's the money, that make you wanna flex for them hoes
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And it's the money, thats keepin' your nose full of that blow
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And it's the money, that make you think that you bulletproof
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But niggas 'll do what it takes, just to come up on loot
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I came in this thang, a little short on change
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All I had was a dime, couple rhymes, and my name
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Tryin' to get in where I fit, stuck in this red dirt
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Plannin' a way to get this money, but I can't get no work
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See some niggas live, and some niggas die
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I was hip to the game, can't let no time fly by
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And though it's the money, that make you wanna shine
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But believe it's the money, that make you want mine
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Now nigga for real, got to pay them bills
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Money got you fucked up, lay em' down for his
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But homeboy still, you ain't even came up
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The same way you got it, see your ass gonna get stuck
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Thats tought from me, straight from a young buck
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If your shoes ain't tied, then you bound to trip up
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This money here, is a dangerous weapon, never get attached
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You'd better count your blessin's nigga
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Uh, ever since them first red and black Jordans
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Till' when you couldn't get nothin'
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for that little girl that you were courtin'
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And done always been bout' how much paper you got
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That money can get you a little twat, if you ain't gettin' off your rock
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That money can make you, or break you
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Them police shake you, cause your ridin' big-boy six hundred
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Like a nigga ain't supposed to have nuttin', thats worth a lil' somethin'
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The reason niggas gettin' chickens in and kickin' in doors
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Flippin' Jags and Burbans, living life dirty
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You gotta get it in, the only way you know how
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Whether you click-click-pow or you delivering flowers
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Let the bullet rain showers on the nigga who you know got that flow
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Then took his ass straight out the door, for a few G's
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A couple of Oz's, and now you broke next week
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Them little green court papers'll get you caught up in capers
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Gone sour, money got niggas dying by the hour
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Now is it me, or is it that you can't take it like a man
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And stand in these streets and hold your own like a man
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And man, ain't it sad, that your man hud (hid) and ran
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From the time you started talkin' that shit, just like a man
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So do what you can, cause see you lookin' kinda shawt'
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Cause indeed you gone bleed on your knees, for now you've lost
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In this maze, tryin' to find another way, just to escape all them filthy ways
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So shake it off, and shake it loose, just as I've come to say
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This ain't no dream, as you gleam, just as you cross between
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Them foolish things, for that ol' green, got you seein' things
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So what you mean, its the money that got you in this thang
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From gettin' squirreled for a buck out in this world
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It's the Money
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