(One two y'all, ya don't stop)	--> KRS-One



[ VERSE 1: Buckshot Shorty ]

Back in the days we used to hit Pitkin Av

Knapsack strapped on my back cause everything got bagged

In sight, when I got put out put up a fight

Then I took flight, all you seen was a streak of light

Ghost, you didn't catch me if you wanted to

I broke, it's time to catch some wreck, where's my crew?

Hit up the ball ( ? ), fill up the pad with ease

Pump shit on the block and make at least two g's

Sometimes I even hit the pocket, I got knocked

One time, two times, shit, they couldn't stop it

I had to make my loot, I had to make my dough

So I took my 'Lo and Guess, then bumped the rest

On the ave, it's all about the green

And niggas who make mad green know what I mean

So if you in the house and you know what it's about

Gettin paid, come on, let me hear you shout



[ CHORUS ]

Make money, money, make money, money, money (4X)

Take money, money, take money, money, money (4X)



[ VERSE 2: Buckshot Shorty ]

I got to get paid, and I mean quick fast

And if it ain't the cash then that ass get blast

Livin in New York nowadays is like damn

Cause if you're broke nobody wants to be your man

Especially the girls when it come to gettin game

You got to have the loot plus the gear to maintain

I can't take the heat, there's a strain on my brain

And when my pockets are broke my heart feels the pain

I gotta get a grip cause I might just flip

I'm thinkin of a vic, where's my crew and my clip?

It's a jack, take your fuckin hand off the wheel

Turn around slowly, bitch, you know the deal

(Shorty, you crazy) Nah, I need dough

And I'ma do what I gotta do, where's my flow?

I wanna grab the mic, flip the script and get paid

But if I puff a daydream, damn, I'm gettin played

Word to my meals, no frills, gotta go

And if you wanna bump makin dough let me know

I rather get paid with the paid program

You can keep your fame and fuck who's the man

I scheme and I scheme till I go get the green

And if you want a scene of the money fiend

Niggas ( ? ) hit the screen

Everybody in the house, if you want dough

You gots to let me know



[ CHORUS ]



[ VERSE 3: Buckshot Shorty ]

I'm gettin kinda old, now my moms wanna flip

Up out the crib, damn, I gotta hit a fuckin lick

The house ain't clean and the rent's overdue

I hear the same line, yeah, "I do it all for you"

You do it all for me but all I want is my own

I wanna represent, so I keep shit known

That I'm for the dough and nothin but the dead pres

Fuck Uncle Sam and the bullshit he says

You got to get paid says the man on the corner

See a fly shortie lookin good, push up on her

Now I'm like the man cause I bring home the bacon

Shit is mad real, kid, ain't no move-fakin

On the streets of New York, whatever you talk

It seems like only poor people eat pork

Word to my herb, make your loot in the spot

If you wanna get paid, let me see you lick one shot



[ CHORUS ]