UNCLE MURDA lyrics : "Money Man"
Now it's the money man, I get paper
The next day I walk round, with like 30 grand
You know I like the paper, on the most off
And my old G told me, that's not how it goes, dog
(Verse)
Boy you better stack your paper, when the feds come
You gonn need a good lawyer and money for bail, son
Them (*##$es ain't gonn be there for you
When it's $#&@ed up
They rockin with your dear homie
Cause you they come up
So a ^!$$% smarten up, I started listenin
Stop drinking all the most and start pimpin in
I don't pay they rent no more, that done been my %#@!
They the reason I'm at the louie store, buying fly %#@!
(Hook)
I be high all day homie, off that loud pack
So I don't hear the lames who be hating on me
I be getting money, main
Man I'm getting money
I be high all day homie, off that loud pack
So I don't hear the lames who be hating on me
I be getting money, main
Man I'm get money
(Verse)
They used to call me lil homie
Now it's big dog, I was nickle and a diamond
Now I get rick soft
They once call me number 2, cause I'm the %#@! dawg
Don't make me number one, y'all don't wanna see me pissed off
I don't know who to trust, ^!$$%s is shady
(*##$ I had a called more, that is not my baby
I make it rain tonight, let's do a backflip
For my hard earned money (*##$es gotta do bad tricks
Talking bout that threesome, I did a foursome
They treat me like I'm a king, it felt awesome
they might be the effort but he gave me back nada
Soft vale layin about pipin his baby mama
(Hook) x2
I be high all day homie, off that loud pack
So I don't hear the lames who be hating on me
I be getting money, main
Man I'm getting money
I be high all day homie, off that loud pack
So I don't hear the lames who be hating on me
I be getting money, main
Man I'm get money
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