Lil' Zane - M.O.N.E.Y Lyrics
What? What?Money stretchLil' Zane, what'cha saying?ATL's finest, what? What?Man you can check my lifestyleAnd see that I'm quite wildSeven twenty-eight night childUniversal and versatileYou study my styleTrying to live spiritualAnd y'all looking nowI can see right nowY'all will never understand meI call my best friend my family until they cross meAlcohol and weed cost meSo I limit itRunning niggas over like Emmitt did without a squadDrag you about a hundred yardsMany bumps and scarsPull out in the hottest cars with my entourageSmoke more L's than DebargeWith connects worldwide like MacintoshI practice living largeNiggas out of town don't understand these kids (say what?)Niggas comin' to get me can't find where I liveI got two or three cribs stack the mill in the millY'all get none of this dough shit y'all fiends stay illMoney stretch like a rubber bandSo wrap the grands upCatz got beef with meGo call your menz upComing up unexpected*****ing your plans upBustin' rounds lay it downIt's not a gameMoney stretch like a rubber bandSo wrap the grands upCatz got beef with meGo call your menz upComing up unexpected*****ing your plans upBustin' rounds lay it downNow throw your hands upName rings up in HollywoodBut I'mma true nigga, I'mma stay HollyhoodI never change, might be a little busy thoughA little nigga from a big ass city yoI love the doughGive me hits, give me more chipsI stay legit so the feds can't tell me shitI came in with nothing to loseNow I put my heart into making you moveI'm f
