young buck – it’s the money lyrics
ft. driveby & crossfire
lookie here man, everybody get money right now
if you ain’t getting no money
stay the f-ck away from me
broke n-gg-’s a joke n-gg-
salute to the ladies that’s getting money
i like that type sh-t
it’s the money, the money
the money that will change you
out of sight, and out of mind
on my grind, tryna shine
it’s the money, the money
the money that will change you
got your brains running wild
in the streets, tryina make it shine
it’s the money, the money
the money that will change you
out of sight, and out of mind
on my grind, tryna shine
it’s the money, the money
the money that will change you, young buck
shout out to my ak, w-ssup to my fodie
what it do to all my plugs, f-ck you too my shawty
i just wanna party, sell dope to everybody
big boss like john goddy, with 6’s on maseratis
yeah, crack the window, dump the ashes out
i’m cashing in, i’m cashing out
i made her hold it in, and blow it out
hey let me hit that sh-t again
before you throw it our
last bird tried to get me 28 for
i’m counting if they really want it
they gonna wait for
i think i’m wayne, i’m truck sitted on a skateboard
with a bunch of white boys that’s gonna pay for it
i told him i can cook it for a small fee
and anything extra, it’s on me
y’all must be thinking that these diamonds are free
mister all about the dollars’ what they call me
it’s the money, it’s buck b-tch
it’s the money, the money
the money that will change you
out of sight, and out of mind
on my grind, tryna shine
it’s the money, the money
the money that will change you
got your brains running wild
in the streets, tryina make it shine
it’s the money, the money
the money that will change you
out of sight, and out of mind
on my grind, tryna shine
it’s the money, the money
the money that will change you, young buck
shout out to my glock 9, w-ssup to my homies
f-ck these hating broads, they all just some fake
phoneys
i’m glad they left my homie out
even though we’re in the drought
without a doubt, i’ma make it out
time to show them what i’m bout
trust is always an option, you know death before…
reminisce about these problems while i smoke my
marijuana
i know that you wanna hate but i avoid the fake
like deadly plague, i engage, causing oppression,
causing rage
we may come from different cities but we after the same
dreams
we all above to fill rooms with green stuff to the
ceiling
unless we work together, this will never be an option,
nah
we gotta join forces, find the richest man
go out and rob him
life has so many other choices, death is not the only
option
i’d like to just … know that we ain’t stopping no
on the block, and in the studio, know we keep it
rocking
drive by, crossfire, young buck keep it popping, warrup
it’s the money, the money
the money that will change you
out of sight, and out of mind
on my grind, tryna shine
it’s the money, the money
the money that will change you
got your brains running wild
in the streets, tryina make it shine
it’s the money, the money
the money that will change you
out of sight, and out of mind
on my grind, tryna shine
it’s the money, the money
shout out to this paper, w-ssup to my money
couple f-ckies for these… that just wanna take it from
me
the money make it stranger, the money that will change
you
the green stuff that get it done,
guess there must have mean my maker still getting
f-cked around
red and blue paparazzi
got me puffing on this purple and drowning in bacardi
got my ears to the streets and it just sounds like you
can’t stop me
it’s the money, the money
the money that will change you
out of sight, and out of mind
on my grind, tryna shine
it’s the money, the money
the money that will change you
got your brains running wild
in the streets, tryina make it shine
it’s the money, the money
the money that will change you
out of sight, and out of mind
on my grind, tryna shine
it’s the money, the money
the money that will change you, young buck.
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