It S The Money Fake Id Interlude lyrics

It S The Money Fake Id Interlude lyrics

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It S The Money Fake Id Interlude lyrics

Send "It S The Money Fake Id Interlude" Ringtone to your Cell [hook] Now it`s the money, that make this here world round` And it`s the money, that make you wanna lay niggas down And it`s the money, that make you and your best buddy fight But when you ain`t got shit, everything is tight Cause it`s the money, that make you wanna flex for them hoes And it`s the money, thats keepin` your nose full of that blow And it`s the money, that make you think that you bulletproof But niggas `ll do what it takes, just to come up on loot I came in this thang, a little short on change All I had was a dime, couple rhymes, and my name Tryin` to get in where I fit, stuck in this red dirt Plannin` a way to get this money, but I can`t get no work See some niggas live, and some niggas die I was hip to the game, can`t let no time fly by And though it`s the money, that make you wanna shine But believe it`s the money, that make you want mine Now nigga for real, got to pay them bills Money got you f**ked up, lay em` down for his But homeboy still, you ain`t even came up The same way you got it, see your ass gonna get stuck Thats tought from me, straight from a young buck If your shoes ain`t tied, then you bound to trip up This money here, is a dangerous weapon, never get attached You`d better count your blessin`s nigga [hook] Uh, ever since them first red and black Jordans Till` when you couldn`t get nothin` for that little girl that you were courtin` And done always been bout` how much paper you got That money can get you a little twat, if you ain`t gettin` off your rock That money can make you, or break you Them police shake you, cause your ridin` big-boy six hundred Like a nigga ain`t supposed to have nuttin`, thats worth a lil` somethin` The reason niggas gettin` chickens in and kickin` in doors Flippin` Jags and Burbans, living life dirty You gotta get it in, the only way you know how Whether you click-click-pow or you delivering flowers Let the bullet rain showers on the nigga who you know got that flow Then took his ass straight out the door, for a few G`s A couple of Oz`s, and now you broke next week Them little green court papers`ll get you caught up in capers Gone sour, money got niggas dying by the hour [hook] Now is it me, or is it that you can`t take it like a man And stand in these streets and hold your own like a man And man, ain`t it sad, that your man hud (hid) and ran From the time you started talkin` that shit, just like a man So do what you can, cause see you lookin` kinda shawt` Cause indeed you gone bleed on your knees, for now you`ve lost In this maze, tryin` to find another way, just to escape all them filthy ways So shake it off, and shake it loose, just as I`ve come to say This ain`t no dream, as you gleam, just as you cross between Them foolish things, for that ol` green, got you seein` things So what you mean, its the money that got you in this thang From gettin` squirreled for a buck out in this world [hook] Send " It S The Money Fake Id Interlude" Ringtone to your Cell It S The Money Fake Id Interlude lyrics @ ELyrics | It S The Money Fake Id Interlude lyrics @ Kovideo | Lyrics and Video @ MusicBabylon | It S The Money Fake Id Interlude lyrics @ Songlyrics | It S The Money Fake Id Interlude lyrics @ ELyricsWorld

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