John C
Mean what I said, say what I mean
Money be the root of all evil, it make the world go round
Still make the world go round
In these streets keep your head up,
Is you fed up Chase a bag, go and get it,
If you down I'll front you work, go and sell it
Rainy Days, we turn that shit to better days
I keep this Glick beside me, I don't see no other way
(I don't see no other way)
You can catch me in them projects,
By them buildings, in them stores
Youngins keep a hammer on em, they ain't talking bout Thor
Let it roar, tryna up the score
Some wild killings right beside me, some Niggas can not live lightly
Nah, all this money we be getting we still put it back in the streets
The streets need me, product of my environment
So the fiends they feed me
I'm talking Cash get a fix, if you broke take a trip
Tell em dirty money still make you look clean
Clean my money with detergent, now we rapping on the scene
Money be the root of all evil, it make the world go round
Still make the world go round
In these streets keep your head up,
Is you fed up Chase a bag, go and get it,
If you down I'll front you work, go and sell it
Money Mitch I'm trying to be paid in full
But to feed the wolves before they get you
You could be a boss turned to a sting
Pillow talking ass nigga, told a bitch she's a lame
And I need all the fortune, I ain't looking for the fame
Money be the root of all evil, it make the world go round
Still make the world go round
In these streets keep your head up,
Is you fed up Chase a bag, go and get it,
If you down I'll front you work, go and sell it