Youngbloodz - It's The Money Lyrics
HookNow its the money, that make this here world roundAnd its the money, that make you wanna lay niggas downAnd its the money, that make you and your best buddy fightBut when you aint got shit, everything is tightCause its the money, that make you wanna flex for them hoesAnd its the money, thats keepin your nose full of that blowAnd its the money, that make you think that you bulletproofBut niggas ll do what it takes, just to come up on lootI came in this thang, a little short on changeAll I had was a dime, couple rhymes, and my nameTryin to get in where I fit, stuck in this red dirtPlannin a way to get this money, but I cant get no workSee some niggas live, and some niggas dieI was hip to the game, cant let no time fly byAnd though its the money, that make you wanna shineBut believe its the money, that make you want mineNow nigga for real, got to pay them billsMoney got you *****ed up, lay em down for hisBut homeboy still, you aint even came upThe same way you got it, see your ass gonna get stuckThats tought from me, straight from a young buckIf your shoes aint tied, then you bound to trip upThis money here, is a dangerous weapon, never get attachedYoud better count your blessins niggaHookUh, ever since them first red and black jordansTill when you couldnt get nothinFor that little girl that you were courtinAnd done always been bout how much paper you gotThat money can get you a little twat, if you aint gettin off your rockThat money can make you, or break youThem police shake you, cause your ridin big-boy six hundredLike a nigga aint supposed to have nuttin, thats worth a lil somethinThe reason niggas gettin chickens in and kickin in doorsFlippin jags and burbans, living life dirtyYou gotta get it in, the only way you know howWhether you click-click-pow or you delivering flowersLet the bullet rain showers on the nigga who you know got that flowThen took his ass straight out the door, for a few gsA couple of ozs, and now you broke next weekThem little green court papersll get you caught up in capersGone sour, money got niggas dying by the hourHookNow is it me, or is it that you cant take it like a manAnd stand in these streets and hold your own like a manAnd man, aint it sad, that your man hud (hid) and ranFrom the time you started talkin that shit, just like a manSo do what you can, cause see you lookin kinda shawtCause indeed you gone bleed on your knees, for now youve lostIn this maze, tryin to find another way, just to escape all them filthy waysSo shake it off, and shake it loose, just as Ive come to sayThis aint no dream, as you gleam, just as you cross betweenThem foolish things, for that ol green, got you seein thingsSo what you mean, its the money that got you in this thangFrom gettin squirreled for a buck out in this worldHook
