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emɐnuǝl x – money towers lyrics

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job interview tomorrow
and i hope it goes well/

cus if not my financial

situation put me in h-ll/

ain’t nothing wrong with tryna

get ya pockets thicka n-gga/

but i’m on a mission to get

my pockets as thicas jiggas/

a double of beyonce’

playing fiance’/

caviar appatizer

tiger fish entree’/

3 stacks in a rubber

band callem andre’s/

and when my song plays

send a check to mi padre’s/

thas why

i hate money/

cus every vision i have

the bank take from me/

to raise kids it don’t

take love it take money/

thas why it cost money

to get a tape from me/

but my chick say hit that free

download to quench ya thirst/

just know i refuse to fund my

goals thru funds out of her purse/

so i sat and meditated till

i found a path that works/

the universe told me the key

is to fit u in a verse/

verse 2:

you get one life and

it’s dictated by a dollar/

so they say child support’s

supposed to make up for no father/

the sons of those men then

look up to pimps and robbers/

but the cycle never ends cuz

those kids end up having daughters/

he’s absent in her life and

she never learns love/

and since money is her motive

she works in a strip club/

we wanna change the world

but they’ll never really let us/

so we either rap or ball cuz

if not then they’ll forget us/

it’s all about the lettuce

money builds reputation/

but lack of money’s all

a n-gga seen set limitation/

so n-ggas seek the piece

without wanting to meditate/

cuz legislates won’t segregate

profit inside the senate’s safe/

mothaf-ckas witt money

only wanna keep you down/

but nothing lasts forever

what goes around comes around/

and they wonder why narcotics

on the streets sell well/

but can’t even get rid of the

crack on our liberty bell/

verse 3:

n-gga quit dreamin thinkin

you boutta strike a mill/

i don’t rap and we signed the

same amount of record deals/

i tellem haters dont judge

it by how it look/

cuz statistics show the bible

is histories most stolen book/

through ya eyes call a woman

who committed this a crook/

but she had to feed her kids

she pray to god she off the hook/

through the eyes of the privileged

it’s easy to label thiefs/

but f-ck the world we live in when you

gotta steal for your beliefs/

when i was seventeen i used

to rock a jesus piece/

but now i see that currency

could never buy me jesus peace/

money can buy me p-ssy though

i never stooped that low/

and since n-ggas is pressed for

time, they purchase a hublow/

money can buy hoes, ya flows

and a few clothes/

but money can’t buy you

vision for you to pursue goals/

money can boost ya sales

and buy you platinum and gold/

but money stops at the grave and

can’t buy you a new soul/

- emɐnuǝl x lyrics

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