| And my mentality is money orientated*
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| I’m money orientated, I’m money orientated
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| And my mentality is money orientated
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| I’m money orientated, all my peeps who never made it
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| Is it cash that you’re after after all?
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| Playing roles like an actor at casting calls
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| For my infant, the instant you laugh and crawl
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| To the death, last breath and the casket falls
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| Get money, get paper, get dough, get currency
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| Property, jewellery, stability, security
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| Cause I know you and you know me
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| I’ll front you then you’ll owe me
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| And they probably want a taste of what that life is like
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| And they’d probably stab their mother if the price is right
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| Cause sitting right in front of broke folks counting money
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| Is like eating food in front of somebody hungry
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| Cause this right here got the girls in a frenzy
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| This right here make a whole world envy
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| This right here got my brain fucked up
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| Cause this right here, this this right here
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| And my mentality is money orientated
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| I’m money orientated, I’m money orientated
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| And my mentality is money orientated
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| I’m money orientated, all my peeps who never made it
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| Even if I made more money than the porno biz
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| Had a genius accountant, some sort of wiz
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| I would still be broker than the orphan kid
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| Cause I wear more Jordans than Jordan did
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| And I’m calling overseas when I’m back in Connecticut
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| My cellphone bill looks like the national deficit
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| Cause I know you and you know me
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| I ain’t rocked stunner shades since Kool Mo Dee
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| And the treacherous three, what I’m destined to be
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| Leaving my bank account effed up effortlessly
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| Dark clouds or sunny, beautiful or ugly
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| Everybody stay chasing after that money
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| You ain’t nothing but a slave for the money, you think you a pimp
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| But that Franklin in your pocket is what paid for your honey
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| Can’t sit and wait for your days to get sunny
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| Crime pays tax-free, ain’t nothing funny
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| The boy became a hustler, the girl turned stripper
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| She wanna cop Gucci, he wanna get a blinker
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| Every time I sit down and mash on the clicker
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| I see some new shit that turn me to a gold digger
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| Don’t know what made me materialistic
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| All I know is that I gotta be on some rich shit
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| Shopping at the mall everyday like it’s Christmas
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| I got a slight problem, only money can fix this |