| I feel you Free
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| Goin through this recession and shit
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| Now them hoes actin up
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| Bills keep comin in, shit, focus
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| I used to get money from slingin the dope
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| But since they cracked down on that dope slingin, I’m broke
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| And I used to get money from slingin the crack
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| But since they cracked down on that crack slingin, I’m cracked
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| I used to get it there, expert at bringin 'em back
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| But now it ain’t no packages to get there
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| Prior to that I was fillin apps
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| A few years before that was in the Barbershop sweepin hair
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| Little Barbershop sweeper kid, cop a hustle
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| Was sellin incense and oils to all the people there
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| Sixth, seventh and eighth grade I kept a couple
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| Dollars for work and fresh sneakers, I was hurtin 'em
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| Yep, now it’s a recession and I’m stressin
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| I need it for lesser, I’m not tryin to be a working man
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| I’m sure not tryin to do carpentry like my pops
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| Big pain in the bottom of his back and it be hurtin him, damn!
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| Ohhh, I close my eyes and all I can see is that money (money, money)
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| Money (money, money)
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| A list of things that my people need but first is money (money, money)
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| Money (money, money)
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| It ain’t like I found a pot of gold (no)
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| This ain’t a dream, this is reality homes
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| That’s why my main focus is on that money (focus on the money)
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| Money (money, money)
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| Just broke a new broad, she wants the fancy car
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| A nigga stacked up a yard, she tryin to spend it all
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| I’m out slingin the hard and don’t respect the law
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| Bent a few wrong corners and that, of course, involved
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| From C-A to D-A, they tryin to take it all
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| I think I need a vacation, reach out through calling cards
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| Or make the mind frame vicious and start a Holocaust
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| I figure man, what’s the difference? |
| That shit’ll all a cost
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| Fuck it, let a nigga ball
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| Money, money, money
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| Money is my bitch, ho breed envy, I keep pourin Henny
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| Screamin «fuck 'em!», that’s the nigga in me
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| Y’all ain’t come from the trap or trenches with me
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| When cops knocked and locked me
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| Guns plural, serve riches to El Toros
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| From the projects, suburbs to the Borough
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| Runnin through your small town
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| Spit Philly game and lock it down
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| Focus and only here for one purpose, that is
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| Philly Free on his grind, I need my paper straight
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| So I’m creatin these rhymes without a paper mate
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| That got me bustin these lines, they got me rackin my mind
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| They got me standin in line behind my label mates
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| No, I’m not Jay but I am on the way
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| And I am not Kanye but I can produce +Heartbreaks & 808s+
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| And reduce the studio costs
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| Cause I’m recording in the hood, I’m not lampin in the Mandalay
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| I’m makin hits, I need the same attention they get
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| Them niggas throw a temper tantrum, you don’t hand 'em pay
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| Record labels tryin to jerk me like a hand job
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| If they don’t hand me mine, I know how to handle this
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| Leave somebody slumped, Riot Pump pistol grip
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| But fuck sittin in prison wastin my plans away
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| I guess I gotta find another way to make the pay
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| Let me know if you can find a way to make the chips |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Money feat. Omillio Sparks and Mr. Porter, artist - Freeway. Album song The Stimulus Package, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп