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Ey yo Quik
I was hollerin' at LL right (Uh-huh)
And he said uh"Yo god man you gotta give me some heat"
I said Yo L c'mon man you know how we do
We do what we do check this out
Money-money make the world go 'round
And homie if you got it you can damn sure clown
Flyin' in and out of town party over here
Look at you tryin' to be Baller of the Year
Now what you hear is not a test
Comin' from the kingpins of the Wild Wild West
Grab your nine milla' and your bulletproof vest
A ticket to Atlanta with a gang of sex
Yes it's 'bout time I get mine
Big pimpin' goin' on and you a step behind
Ni**a get off ya a**(When there's money to be made)
Stop livin' with your moms('Cause there's bills to be paid)
You treat her like a maid she cook and clean
While yo' a** on the couch watchin' her big screen
Since the age of 19 I was on my own
In the zone out there straight gettin' it on
When you're broke you're alone
And I love humpin' me them big booty hoes
Steady tryin' to hump me the more money more freaks
So you better get payed this week
Money yeah
I gots to get it y'all
Ooh ooh ooh ooh money
I gots to have it y'all
It's a rich mans world ni**a
And it's gon' take about a billion to get like I wanna be chillin'
The feelin' is mutual for niggaz that wanna grind too
Let DJ Quik and my ni**a Crawford remind you dude
You needs to get out on the frontline on the grind
While you lay up on yo' a** and dream of dollar signs
Ni**a don't you know that money keeps the sex steamin'
So don't be jealous when you see my Lex' gleamin'
We talkin' millions that's what we wanna holla
You talkin' G all section 8 and three-hundred dollars
Ni**a what you thinkin' fool what you drankin'
Hmm that's probably the reason your couches is stankin'
Now it would be easier to get up on the county
And lay up on yo' a** while you makin' free money
Finna get my hustle on payin' all the taxes
That go back to niggaz like you on the county
Say it if you feel it money may be root of the evil
But the chips will have you jumpin' sh*t like Robbie Knievel
F**k thinkin' money buys you happiness that's just bad
But I'd rather be rich and sad ni**a
Money yeah yeah
Gots to get it y'all
Money yeah yeah
Got to have it y'all
Talkin' about talkin' about money
You the type to borrow money but you don't pay back
You don't look out for your homies when they pockets are flat
Your mamma workin' hard steady breakin' her back
While you steady seekin' money in that raggedy 'Llac
God bless the child who got his own
So God blessed your boy with this microphone
Stand strong in the zone get your hustle on
Whether it's ballin' babysittin' or slangin' this bone
A big baller roll call baby we all here
We drink up more money a night than y'all see all year
And that half-breed you stressin' dude she call here
And we ain't gotta push her down she fall here
Spendin' everything left of the decimal point
Take a hit and I'm passin' on the rest of my joint
So bring a big check or I'm bringin' the drama
With a zero zero zero comma
Money yeah yeah
Gots to get it y'all
Money yeah
Got to have it y'all
Talkin' about talkin' about money yeah
Talkin' about money yeah
Money yeah money yeah
Money yeah talkin' about money
Yeaaaah money yeah talkin' about money
You know I got to have it
Money
