TQ
TQ - Gotta Make That Money lyrics
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Yeah, uh, mm, give it to me Mmmmm, yeah Yeah yeah Mm, no no no no Seems like every night, right before I go to sleep I say a little prayer to the Lord that he keep me I used to be the kind of nigga that didn`t give a fuck about nobody The slightest little thing would make me mad Especially if it involved my money And I can`t tell you `bout the next man But I love pullin` up in big sedans Wit all my niggas in a caravan Holla if ya hear me Now I`d love to break ya, bring ya down And take you back again But that would take too much time And I gotta hit the streets again 1 - And even if the sun don`t shine, I`ll still be hustlin` Gotta get that money, make that money Keep it comin`, if it takes all night, can`t be strugglin` Somebody come help me Can ya tell me why is slangin` always on my mind? Must be buggin` I guess they figured I would quit and they could get me If they tapped my line Don`t mean nothin` I`ll still be hustlin` Now I hate to be the one to tell ya, but I don`t mind Niggas can hate if they want to And I`m still gon` get mine Yes, I still be ridin` in a SC on dubs And I won`t be seen at none of the clubs And uh, all your women would know who I was (And that you wouldn`t like) And that you wouldn`t like If everybody kept they mind on gettin` they skrilla Won`t be no time to fuck with mine, so won`t be no killin` I`ll just sit back and recline, smoke this Philly And keep my fingers laced with diamonds like Big Willie But for now, catch me on Compton Avenue With a handful of hundreds and a strap or two Puttin` it down for my niggas like they told me to You need some candy, so won`t you come thru Repeat 1 [E-40] Sometimes I`m suited up Sometimes I`m bummy, lookin` like a crook Hair all nappy and wild - we call it the full nuk Mashin`, mobbin` and thrashin` Woopers, horns and tweeters blastin` Throbbin`, hoggin` and doggin` Godzilla ballin` When it`s money callin`? War-rank Just ride your runners fool Be `bout your bank Sittin` fat like ? All about my money, duffle bags full of scratch Artillery fire arms and gats Reep my mill, cap my feddy, get my bread ? on my tail, but I`m tryin` for them, but they want me dead Cuz I made it out the game without a clue or trace Used to sell that bass Rock cavvy candy, ?????? Never had to stop, enemies on the block, they knew it (they knew it) As far as I was concerned, ? man I do it Check it out Money schemin` Prince Albert, Chocolate Philly, Glocks Garcia Vegas Black and Miles on the pack again (yes) What you know about that? TQ and E-40 Fonzarelli a.k.a. Charlie Hustle, easy Bitch!!!