| Verse
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| Money’s a funny thing. |
| I have become a fiend for that color green
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| And need 'll make a brova want to come up with a scheme
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| Some say that’s all they need and once u balling then ur free
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| All u can see is getting mo of her
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| Emotional when she aint showing up
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| In ur account, bounced to the next n*ggaz wallet. |
| Think about it.
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| Big problems, reason why the banks robbing us
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| Businesses fought for her, now their overcharging us
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| Talk to a girl, & let her know that u riding that bus
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| 50/50 chance after that she won’t respond to him at all. |
| U laughin?
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| Sh**t, u better not be.
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| Feel like nothing can stop me, with cheddar start gettin cocky
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| A million 'll make yo *ss the man like Dibiase
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| Flossing often, big sh*t talking, Don’t think about it. |
| Saw it, bought it.
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| Can afford it, work hard. |
| Then get rewarded.
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| Bills sorted, fives, tens, twenties,
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| Fifty dollar bills, hundreds
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| Even if u wiped ur ass wit it, somebody’d still want it
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| The feel of money’ll make a bamma act real cruddy
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| Matta fact, snatch u out your Cadillac Seville. |
| Lucky
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| To still be living, filthy presidential figures printed on the bill faces
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| They used to fill slaveships, gracious
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| And I’m the bad guy if I’m saying it.
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| But don’t blame me, powers that be. |
| U can blame them
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| Hook (repeat-2x)
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| I said dollar, dollar. |
| Everybodies trynna hollar at you.
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| Becuz when your not in my wallet there’s a problem. |
| So do I need u? |
| I do. |