Now, whether I'm awake or asleep, all I think about is money
And other people have nothing to do with me
As long as I have money
Money
Money
Money
Money, money
As long as I have money
Money
The way I'm living life, yeah, I know I should fear that
Mommy say, give your life to God
I ain't trying to hear that
Posted at the BP, where the City Gear at
Bustin' plays like John Madden and Phil Jackson
Got em for the 50, 45, you could have it
Like Mike on the Wizards, my nigga
I been spazzing, rolled a vic in the Dutchie, buddy
Naw, I ain't passin'
See, I ash it, then I hit it again
Ayo
We couldn't catch him outside, but we gon' spend it again
Life all about the money, I guess living a sin
But if you ever rack it up, you gon' wanna live it again
Man, most my niggas died, so I been living for friends
Like a nigga, Courtney Cox
I been ducking, dodging cops, still sliding on ops
And making time to hit the block
It's all about the dust, buddy
Bready is a must
See, I want the whole pie, plus the filling and the crust
When the money moving properly, the feeling is a rush
But homie Kane killed his brother
Ain't nobody you can trust
The nigga paid me back in hundreds, but they all was fake
When I pull back up to his place, you should have saw his face
One false move could end it all
Bitch, that's all it takes
Break in his crib, break his ribs
These are the breaks, bills and rent payment
These all was late
So if I saw a nigga eating, I'd take the cheese off his plate
Grew up moving around, no childhood friends
And when they put you in the street is when your childhood ends
The way this shit's designed can drive you out of your mind
The clock's ticking, running out of your time
Napalm
When I scorch the scene, make it hard to breathe
28, all my accomplishments, hard to believe
I'm back to dirty money
Last year, it all was clean
But ain't no money like dope money
It's hard to leave
Bitch, it's Napalm, nigga
Preem
You know what the fuck it is, man
Shit dangerous for y'all niggas, man
We ain't playing around
Goin crazy