SINGER: Youngbloodz

SONG:It�s The Money

Hook
Now it�s the money, that make this here world round�
And it�s the money, that make you wanna lay niggas down
And it�s the money, that make you and your best buddy fight
But when you ain�t got shit, everything is tight
Cause it�s the money, that make you wanna flex for them hoes
And it�s the money, thats keepin� your nose full of that blow
And it�s the money, that make you think that you bulletproof
But niggas �ll do what it takes, just to come up on loot
I came in this thang, a little short on change
All i had was a dime, couple rhymes, and my name
Tryin� to get in where i fit, stuck in this red dirt
Plannin� a way to get this money, but i can�t get no work
See some niggas live, and some niggas die
I was hip to the game, can�t let no time fly by
And though it�s the money, that make you wanna shine
But believe it�s the money, that make you want mine
Now nigga for real, got to pay them bills
Money got you fucked up, lay em� down for his
But homeboy still, you ain�t even came up
The same way you got it, see your ass gonna get stuck
Thats tought from me, straight from a young buck
If your shoes ain�t tied, then you bound to trip up
This money here, is a dangerous weapon, never get attached
You�d better count your blessin�s nigga
Hook
Uh, ever since them first red and black jordans

Till� when you couldn�t get nothin�
For that little girl that you were courtin�
And done always been bout� how much paper you got
That money can get you a little twat, if you ain�t gettin� off your rock
That money can make you, or break you
Them police shake you, cause your ridin� big-boy six hundred
Like a nigga ain�t supposed to have nuttin�, thats worth a lil� somethin�
The reason niggas gettin� chickens in and kickin� in doors
Flippin� jags and burbans, living life dirty
You gotta get it in, the only way you know how
Whether you click-click-pow or you delivering flowers
Let the bullet rain showers on the nigga who you know got that flow
Then took his ass straight out the door, for a few g�s
A couple of oz�s, and now you broke next week
Them little green court papers�ll get you caught up in capers
Gone sour, money got niggas dying by the hour
Hook
Now is it me, or is it that you can�t take it like a man
And stand in these streets and hold your own like a man
And man, ain�t it sad, that your man hud (hid) and ran
From the time you started talkin� that shit, just like a man
So do what you can, cause see you lookin� kinda shawt�
Cause indeed you gone bleed on your knees, for now you�ve lost
In this maze, tryin� to find another way, just to escape all them filthy ways
So shake it off, and shake it loose, just as i�ve come to say
This ain�t no dream, as you gleam, just as you cross between
Them foolish things, for that ol� green, got you seein� things
So what you mean, it�s the money that got you in this thang
From gettin� squirreled for a buck out in this world
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