Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Nothin' Move But the Money, artist - Mic Geronimo. Album song Nothin' Move But The Money - EP, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 19.01.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Blunt
Song language: English
Nothin' Move But the Money |
Since we gots to rob something its definitely gonna be worth it |
Inside job lettin you peep from the surface |
But can a nigga live |
Hold me down and I gotcha |
I’d hate to have on my conscience that I shot ya |
With out you I wouldn’t be here |
So lets get doe together |
But first you got to let me know if you with yo whatever |
Is you bustin off or is you just holdin a gun |
When you should be here are you there rollin a blunt |
My ribs is touchin |
I need this little bit of money more than you think |
That who think two niggas would think two hours could hit two banks |
Is you ready for the big time |
This is a big crime that I’m commiting |
And I’m sure there’ll be casualties because this time is slippin |
But I’m forgettin what I’m there for |
It’s all about the money |
Fuck how many lives are lost |
It’s all about the money |
And ain’t nuthin funny about the brains on the walls |
Come on, load up the truck get it all |
(Ain't nuthin' funny, but still don’t nuthin move but the money) |
I gots to make a move and make it soon |
(Ain't nuthin' funny, but still don’t nuthin move but the money) |
Yo I gots to take a block and make it boom |
(Ain't nuthin' funny, but still don’t nuthin move but the money) |
I gots to make a move and make it soon |
(Ain't nuthin' funny, but still don’t nuthin move but the money) |
Yo I gots to take a block and make it bloom |
Yo this banks perfectly fitted for dues like us to hit it |
X, Masta I.C., you know I’m wit it |
Never felt remours when a wit got splitted |
Huh, its money involved so lets go get it |
I know ya niggas coppin shit loud |
The get away cars to kill when it’s time to get wild |
Down the conner rollin sparkin the beef |
I want the heat |
And them fellas fars up the same chalkin sheet |
They know how I get down X, when they flex |
Force me to put something hot in they chest |
I lay to rest |
The transcretion from the door |
My four four (?) when I’m on war |
One floor |
And that’s it we history |
And I can’t have Diamond and Rob forgettin me |
It’s all enough to like Joe |
Fuck that and we all know god it ain’t nuthin like dough |
Yeah, yeah, yo |
Ain’t nothin funny but still don’t nothin move but the money |
(Ain't nothin funny, ain’t nothin funny) |