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lloyd banks – money moves the world lyrics

[verse 1]
i ain’t throwin’ my pay away, f+ck wrong with you b+tch
n+gga money don’t grow on trees, i work hard for this sh+t
won’t get lined over no cl+t, use my head more than my d+ck
keep my bankroll on my mind, love my clip more than my chick
hating hoes all on my sh+t, and i slide more then i slip
slip in and out then i dip, all i been about was my grip
treat my dinner like it’s my last, hoping the car don’t crash! (why?)
cause i’m high and drunk, hawain skunk guides me on my path
ask any motherf+cker you want
they know i’m hot, i control the block, and i hold the glock
know just which words to use to get the hoe to pop
little n+ggas want doe or not? they think i think i’m ill
i think they think the same, fake n+ggas can’t keep it real
soft n+ggas ganna wait their turn, a real g gonna skip the line
push you in the back and don’t really care how you react
cause he grips the nine
n+gga i’m living fine, my car and my crib is mine
why should she have her piece? i’m not the marriage kind (naaah!)

[chorus:]
money moves the world, money moves the world! (new year!)
money moves the… money moves the world! (same ol’ n+gga!)
money moves the world! money moves the world! (mind on bank roll, n+gga!)
money moves the… money moves the world! (you could sting the whole nation!)
money moves the… money moves the world! (the doe makes anything come!)
money moves the… money moves the world! (hoes make money anything goes!)
money moves the world! money moves the world! (2008 flow!)
money moves the… money moves the world! (yeah!)

[verse 2:]
p+ssy comes with paper, cause paper moves the world
one look at a good bank account will make you lose your girl
she looks good, with no doe, i trick off on no hoe
i’m game tight, you so, so, n+gga what do you work for?
you know me, purple tree, break a b+tch, a b+tch won’t break me
that’s not my reputation, shorty i f+ck for free
take you from bad to good, teach you from right from wrong
show you the finer things, beat you from night to morn’
shout out to all my exes, they help me write this poem
from atlanta to texas, the sh+t they like to show ’em
my hairs blowing, my windows all the way down
you love her more than you love you
and she’s nowhere to be found

[chorus:]
money moves the world! money moves the world! (uh!)
money moves the… money moves the world! (yeeeeah!)
money moves the world! money moves the world! (you know!)
money moves the… money moves the world! (how it go!)
money moves the… money moves the world! (still m.o.b doe!)
money moves the… money moves the world! (hahaha!)
money moves the world! money moves the world!
money moves the… money moves the world! [gunshot] [rewind]

- lloyd banks lyrics

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