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Youngbloodz - Its The Money

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Now its the money, that make this here world round

And its the money, that make you wanna lay niggas down

And its the money, that make you and your best buddy fight

But when you aint got shit, everything is tight

Cause its the money, that make you wanna flex for them hoes

And its the money, thats keepin your nose full of that blow

And its 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 cant get no work

See some niggas live, and some niggas die

I was hip to the game, cant let no time fly by

And though its the money, that make you wanna shine

But believe its 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 aint 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 aint tied, then you bound to trip up

This money here, is a dangerous weapon, never get attached

Youd better count your blessins nigga



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Uh, ever since them first red and black jordans

Till when you couldnt 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 aint 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 aint 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 gs

A couple of ozs, and now you broke next week

Them little green court papersll get you caught up in capers

Gone sour, money got niggas dying by the hour



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Now is it me, or is it that you cant take it like a man

And stand in these streets and hold your own like a man

And man, aint 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 youve 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 Ive come to say

This aint 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, its the money that got you in this thang

From gettin squirreled for a buck out in this world



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