Money - El Da Sensei, The Returners, Reef The Lost Cauze

I gotta eat homie, I gotta make bread

This is America, shit look at K-Fed

Anyone with a dollar and dream can pocket cream

Sit and think of possible schemes

When I was young I had a paper route

I was a paper boy

20 years later haters, still countin' paper boy

Money talks so trust me, I’m makin' noise

People turn to slaves like Rich Pryor when he played The Toy

For that fast dollar, it take a lot of work

I’m on an island, water bluer than Papa Smurf

Bein' broke and bummy man, it’s gotta hurt

I’m tryin' to cop a Benz before I cop a hearse

You can die for it

You will lie for it

Money make a bitch get on her knees and cry for it

We don’t have the same vice as the rich

Cause without money homeboy your life is just shit

And that’s real

«Money make the world go round»

«Money on my mind»

«Nowadays» — Mr. Lif

«All 4 The Cash» — Gang Starr

«The money, money»

«Money make the world go round»

«Money on my mind»

«Nowadays»

«All 4 The Cash»

«The money, money»

Loot the root of all evil

Seen it dissolve people

And curse the feeble and the needy and the non equal

They ever paper chase green backs for luxury

Lavish lifestyle on a low budget fee

Some cats grind illegally and some straight

Most scrape to fill ends across lines, interstate

Unemployment leads to no enjoyment

Constant suffering from hard times spent

On the scramble, stick ups become casual

Unnatural thoughts for cream to make gradual

Tools bang steady for the come up and the cash out

Dice game, leave the dealer, Posse wanna Mash Out

Legal tender costs friends to enemies

Lady friends whisper «please», strictly on bent knees

Family never blends when they ask him for cheese

ATM receipts steady fallin' out my sleeves

It’s like

«Money make the world go round»

«Money on my mind»

«Nowadays» — Mr. Lif

«All 4 The Cash» — Gang Starr

«The money, money»

«Money make the world go round»

«Money on my mind»

«Nowadays»

«All 4 The Cash»

«The money, money»

I buy a pound or a brink on counterfeit

Keep powder to flip, push weight like a power lift

House shit

Two chains in the outfit

Outwit

Plug you with a gun like an outlet

Turn your town to the wild west

And count bread

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flow out the shower head

I’m just a con man nigga

Dollar flipper

White collar, killer

Common script I’ll starve and pimp her

Put her out there and tell them tricks to park they Sentras

And our agenda is the larger tender

You’re not hard to injure I’ll part and bend ya

Gosh loves and the target interpardon the clip

Look like a cigar dispenser

Chandon pour it all on the whiskers

Come whisper when you see the larger picture

Nigga

«Money make the world go round»

«Money on my mind»

«Nowadays» — Mr. Lif

«All 4 The Cash» — Gang Starr

«The money, money»

«Money make the world go round»

«Money on my mind»

«Nowadays»

«All 4 The Cash»

«The money, money»