| Money isn’t everything, everything is *scratching sound* money
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| Money isn’t everything, everything is *scratching sound* money
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| Money isn’t everything, everything is *scratching sound* money
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| Money isn’t everything, everything is *scratching sound* money
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| Money isn’t everything, everything is money
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| It’s funny how anywhere can look like heaven when it’s sunny
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| Even runny, home bitter home
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| I still rock the house, getting stoned in the zone
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| Known for yelling at me hoes
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| Don’t pick a bone with a man with more skeletons than clothes
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| It’s a good job I keep me company sucker free
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| A luxury brand of buttery slang
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| In summary, when you’re this fresh, everything comes for free
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| Birds perch on me money tree to look at me
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| It’s not my cup of tea? |
| It’s not getting made
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| Look at him, such finesse, center stage
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| Meditating in thin air to suppress his rage
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| Like a new age positive Ed Bernays
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| Amore Omnia Wincit, you can be a god if you think it true too
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| R.I.P Blue and Alfie, sat atop a bed of freshly pressed money
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| Thinking what would rap do without me?
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| Money isn’t everything, everything is *scratching sound* money
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| Money isn’t everything, everything is *scratching sound* money
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| Money isn’t everything, everything is *scratching sound* money
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| Money isn’t everything, everything is *scratching sound* money
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| Cool summer breeze, whispering to the trees
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| Float like a butterfly listening to the bees
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| While belligerent MC’s keep spitting like they’re G’s
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| This is the type of steez that requires a different type of jeez
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| Your style is programmed and clumsy and
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| My style can tip-toe across coke cans without crushing them
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| Find it’s way calmly out of most jams
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| Walk a few inches above the floor and do a hand stand with no hands
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| But don’t get it twisted, it’s a mean business and I mean business
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| Nafco 54 clique, buttery yet, don’t fuck with me raw shit
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| (Yeah, Mr. Big Stuff) Who we going to be today
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| Please lead the way
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| Just let me neck this ENJ and get down on me knees to pray
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| In your words tell me something G-O-D would say
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| If I asked to be resurrected with elite lizard DNA
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| Would it be okay? |
| I don’t do nothing the easy way
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| (Nah, fuck that) This is the land of the blind and I’m the one eyed man
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| Somehow modest yet openly know how boss I am
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| Money isn’t everything, everything is *scratching sound* money
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| Money isn’t everything, everything is *scratching sound* money
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| Money isn’t everything, everything is *scratching sound* money
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| Money isn’t everything, everything is *scratching sound* money |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Everything Is Money , by - Lee Scott. Song from the album Butter Fly, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп