Cassidy

Cassidy - Money Money lyrics

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Money, money, money, money The price extra low Money, money, money, money This is moving extra slow Money, money, money, money So I'm about to let you know What people do for the money Money, money, money, money, money Money, money, money, money, money Money, money, money, money, money Money What people do for the money First it was hard to rob a bank But easy to rob a bull Making the withdraw As soon as he come outside the bank What people do for the money It leave you traumatized Little dudes still in middle school committing homicide Instead of rumble they a blast gas Instead of struggle they arrive behind the bundle when they ass crash Chicks are stripping Get their ass smacked Do splits Do tricks On the pole And make the ass clap Cats bag crack Your dad checks in cash that Risk having the feds on him Just to have some bread on him It ain't no telling What the felon did Instead of jail Niggers would tell the pigs On their own relatives Real rack Grind work Got my mind worked I sell coke to a smoker That stole the money out the mom's purse Before I go broke I commit a crime first To get a dollar You do what you got to do Money … Money, money, money, money, money Money, money, money, money, money Money, money, money, money, money Money What people do for the money Money, money, money, money, money Money, money, money, money, money Money, money, money, money, money Money What people do for the money Niggers would kill their own men Just to get the… To get the paper for the Porsche And go skip them with that Bitches will suck the whole thing For a DO bag Look at the elders in the hood Yea, they all sad Look at the young one in the hood Yea, they all mad I'm looking for a spot Take a G off that You'll come around here front Nigger we off that They kill broad day For some bullshit change Niggers that get it in for a bullshit chain Tired of the clothes with the bullshit stains Niggers a put a bullet in you bullshit brain Dope heads running for the H and they chain Selling the kids shit And whatever for the pain I know what a student Would they want cocaine Under the black cloud But we all seen the change The demons that chase you For a green piece of paper Money, money, money, money The price extra low Money, money, money, money This is moving extra slow Money, money, money, money So I'm about to let you know What people do for the money Money, money, money, money, money Money, money, money, money, money Money, money, money, money, money Money What people do for the money The weighing The rocks Those things lean off doo Get the green Get the M16 to you tooth The cream Get the triple beam for the coop For nightmare You had bad dreams when you grew I keep a raisin and a laser beam on the toast Making a murder scene And your spleen can get poof Niggers that take your life for some green They get smoked for A little bit of purple My low niggers will murk you Six feet dirt shit Pawn box turn shit Then kill your brothers And your mother that burped you My life's like a movie No commercials That's why a line I rhyme is controversial Yea, to get that chick The niggers will try to earth you You going to need that bitch in the hospital To nurse you Time's money They say patience is a virtue But to get the dollar You do what you got to do Money, money, money, money, money Money, money, money, money, money Money, money, money, money, money Money What people do for the money Money, money, money, money, money Money, money, money, money, money Money, money, money, money, money Money What people do for the money
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