Hook
Now its the money, that make this here world round
And its the money, that make you wanna lay niggas down
And its the money, that make you and your best buddy fight
But when you aint got shit, everything is tight
Cause its the money, that make you wanna flex for them hoes
And its the money, thats keepin your nose full of that blow
And its 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 cant get no work
See some niggas live, and some niggas die
I was hip to the game, cant let no time fly by
And though its the money, that make you wanna shine
But believe its the money, that make you want mine
Now nigga for real, got to pay them bills
Money got you fucked up, lay em down for his
But homeboy still, you aint 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 aint tied, then you bound to trip up
This money here, is a dangerous weapon, never get attached
Youd better count your blessins nigga
Hook
Uh, ever since them first red and black jordans
Till when you couldnt 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 aint 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 aint 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 gs
A couple of ozs, and now you broke next week
Them little green court papersll 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 cant take it like a man
And stand in these streets and hold your own like a man
And man, aint 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 youve 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 Ive come to say
This aint 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
