YOUNGBLOODZ - It’s The Money lyrics
Hook<br><br>Now it's the money, that make this here world round'<br>And it's the money, that make you wanna lay niggas down<br>And it's the money, that make you and your best buddy fight<br>But when you ain't got shit, everything is tight<br>Cause it's the money, that make you wanna flex for them hoes<br>And it's the money, thats keepin' your nose full of that blow<br>And it's the money, that make you think that you bulletproof<br>But niggas 'll do what it takes, just to come up on loot<br><br>I came in this thang, a little short on change<br>All I had was a dime, couple rhymes, and my name<br>Tryin' to get in where I fit, stuck in this red dirt<br>Plannin' a way to get this money, but I can't get no work<br>See some niggas live, and some niggas die<br>I was hip to the game, can't let no time fly by<br>And though it's the money, that make you wanna shine<br>But believe it's the money, that make you want mine<br>Now nigga for real, got to pay them bills<br>Money got you fucked up, lay em' down for his<br>But homeboy still, you ain't even came up<br>The same way you got it, see your ass gonna get stuck<br>Thats tought from me, straight from a young buck<br>If your shoes ain't tied, then you bound to trip up<br>This money here, is a dangerous weapon, never get attached<br>You'd better count your blessin's nigga<br><br>Hook<br><br>Uh, ever since them first red and black jordans<br>Till' when you couldn't get nothin'<br>For that little girl that you were courtin'<br>And done always been bout' how much paper you got<br>That money can get you a little twat, if you ain't gettin' off your rock<br>That money can make you, or break you<br>Them police shake you, cause your ridin' big-boy six hundred<br>Like a nigga ain't supposed to have nuttin', thats worth a lil' somethin'<br>The reason niggas gettin' chickens in and kickin' in doors<br>Flippin' jags and burbans, living life dirty<br>You gotta get it in, the only way you know how<br>Whether you click-click-pow or you delivering flowers<br>Let the bullet rain showers on the nigga who you know got that flow<br>Then took his ass straight out the door, for a few g's<br>A couple of oz's, and now you broke next week<br>Them little green court papers'll get you caught up in capers<br>Gone sour, money got niggas dying by the hour<br><br>Hook<br><br>Now is it me, or is it that you can't take it like a man<br>And stand in these streets and hold your own like a man<br>And man, ain't it sad, that your man hud (hid) and ran<br>From the time you started talkin' that shit, just like a man<br>So do what you can, cause see you lookin' kinda shawt'<br>Cause indeed you gone bleed on your knees, for now you've lost<br>In this maze, tryin' to find another way, just to escape all them filthy ways<br>So shake it off, and shake it loose, just as I've come to say<br>This ain't no dream, as you gleam, just as you cross between<br>Them foolish things, for that ol' green, got you seein' things<br>So what you mean, it's the money that got you in this thang<br>From gettin' squirreled for a buck out in this world<br><br>Hook
