Money Orientated (feat. Emilio Lopez)

[** feat. Emilio Lopez:]

[Intro:]

And my mentality is money orientated*

I'm money orientated, I'm money orientated

And my mentality is money orientated

I'm money orientated, all my peeps who never made it

[Verse 1:]

Is it cash that you're after after all?

Playing roles like an actor at casting calls

For my infant, the instant you laugh and crawl

To the death, last breath and the casket falls

Get money, get paper, get dough, get currency

Property, jewellery, stability, security

Cause I know you and you know me

I'll front you then you'll owe me

And they probably want a taste of what that life is like

And they'd probably stab their mother if the price is right

Cause sitting right in front of broke folks counting money

Is like eating food in front of somebody hungry

[Chorus:]

Cause this right here got the girls in a frenzy

This right here make a whole world envy

This right here got my brain fucked up

Cause this right here, this this right here

And my mentality is money orientated

I'm money orientated, I'm money orientated

And my mentality is money orientated

I'm money orientated, all my peeps who never made it

[Verse 2:]

Even if I made more money than the porno biz

Had a genius accountant, some sort of wiz

I would still be broker than the orphan kid

Cause I wear more Jordans than Jordan did

And I'm calling overseas when I'm back in Connecticut

My cellphone bill looks like the national deficit

Cause I know you and you know me

I ain't rocked stunner shades since Kool Mo Dee

And the treacherous three, what I'm destined to be

Leaving my bank account effed up effortlessly

Dark clouds or sunny, beautiful or ugly

Everybody stay chasing after that money

[Repeat Chorus:]

[Verse 3:]

You ain't nothing but a slave for the money, you think you a pimp

But that Franklin in your pocket is what paid for your honey

Can't sit and wait for your days to get sunny

Crime pays tax-free, ain't nothing funny

The boy became a hustler, the girl turned stripper

She wanna cop Gucci, he wanna get a blinker

Every time I sit down and mash on the clicker

I see some new shit that turn me to a gold digger

Don't know what made me materialistic

All I know is that I gotta be on some rich shit

Shopping at the mall everyday like it's Christmas

I got a slight problem, only money can fix this

[Repeat Chorus:]