Money (Explicit Album Version)

Yo, I got this plan to make some money. I want you to keep this shit to yourself.

At 6: 15 am this truck pulls out the post office. I'm like a shootin' wisher.

Now it makes one stop before it goes to Sacramento,

Which is a mail drop-off at First Federal Loan and Savings.

I did whatever I could to get by

Slang dope jack people hands in the sky

When you livin' on the edge yeah holmie it's a high

You get caught up in the drama and eventually you die

Livin' in a hard world some are livin' lies

Son you better wise up and open up your eyes

Shit it never easy holmie people will connive

Better have a hustle if you mean to survive

Why you're so greedy can you tell us all why

Look holmie believe me you're fuckin' metal ply

For the dollar everybody is a target that's real

Talkin' is smog you're fate's signed and sealed

You could be the next one cross 'em in the path

What maybe if you do the math you can avoid the blood bath

All the money that we stole too weak to take greed

Give it to an honest man the money is still deep

Dollar bill y'all

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Fiend for the mean green

Never get enough is a mother fuckin' gangsta dream

For the love of the cash flow

You could live fast and you could die slow

Show where's the can bet your ass you believe it

'Cause niggas that you know try hard to be schemin'

Work hard is fuck for everything to rock

You a dead mother fucker 'fore I get got

Fools got game floss and drop names

My move's faster than a runaway train

Fuck the world don't ask me for shit

Catch you on your knees and you want some dick

Spot a gold nigga with a hairline trigger

Each root your name the reputation get bigger

For the love of the money, pussy, drugs

Fools change and get all twisted up

Dollar bill y'all

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Only if ya better keep your eyes peeled

'Cause you were talkin' for jacks and that's real

Whether you rap or do biz or drug deal

Holmie for the dollar you can get yourself killed

He decided to jet it could happen with no discussion

Straps of all pain fools fuckin' eruptin'

For the green little papers jackin' your neighbors

But what if your neighbor put arms in his favor

Moved up the heater to mash you punk bitches

Don't wanna earn shit you wanna jack for the riches

Nothin' in life's for free my nigga learn that

You burn someone they might just burn back

Scorchin' niggas to the third degree

Auh y'all triggers deserve to be

Put out of you misery your history son

When your body disappears then the mystery come

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