(feat. J-Kwon & Tarboy (Trackboyz))



[Ebony Eyez: Talking] 

Ayo...Tar... you ready? 



[Tarboy from Trackboys: Talking] 

Yeah..uh 



[Ebony Eyez] 

Let's Do dis.. 



[Chorus: Tarboy] 

Look..uh.. 

Money ain't never move me... 

Dawg, dis ain't a movie 

This is real life, so why you tryin' to do me? 

Sit back and relax and think about the past 

And make your next move your best, it might be your last 



[Chorus: Ebony Eyez] 

Look.. 

Money ain't never move me.. 

Bitch this ain't a movie 

Dis is real life, so why you tryin' to do me? 

Sit back and relax and think about the past 

And make your next move your best, it might be your last 



[Verse 1: Tarboy] 

Look... 

Money don't make the man 

but still, I understand 

if you ain't gettin' dough, what the fuck you in this for? 

I see you chasin hoes, and all your fancy clothes 

you say you hate the music, then why you at the show? 

What all that yappin' mean? 

how the fuck that fit the plan? 

where the fuck you from homeboy? 

you ain't from my land 

I see you in the club, in the corner mean-mugged 

with all your little thugs, go pop a bottle of bub 

and think about it first 

and drink away your problems 

before a nigga out here on the streets help you solve them 

see, I ain't mad at ya 

I'm just tryin' to relax you 

and teach you somethin' homie, before them killers snatch you 

I try to keep it thorough 

Keith done been around the world 

and never understood how a man could act like a girl 

but see I'm just a squirrel 

and this is your world 

and I wish you the best 

so get it off your chest 



[Chorus: Tarboy] 



[Chorus: Ebony Eyez] 



[Verse 2: Ebony Eyez] 

Louie, done made my purse 

well, he ain't write this verse 

some people put they money first, and don't care who they hurt 

always talkin' bout how they: finna do this and finna do that 

finna get that new benz and finna buy they girl a cadillac 

I try to mind my business, they strike at me with a vengence 

don't know I'm young and visicious and know how to throw them fist-es 

say I dont keep it real, (what?) say I ain't got the skill 

(we) mad cause I got a deal, give a fuck bout how you feel 

I represent the streets and that's the way you gotta be 

and when my album drop, some people gon' be mad at me 

bitches don't wanna listen, don't wanna play position 

ain't got a pot to piss in, but they call they self dissin' 

your next move should always be your best move 

never follow what the rest do, and they'll respect you 

Cause money come and go, don't front like you don't know 

and when it's all spend up and gone, you ain't got shit to show 



[Chorus: Tarboy] 



[Chorus: Ebony Eyez] 



[Verse 3: J-Kwon] 

Now my baby mama hate the fact, now that I'm gettin' scratch 

so she go and react, hold up man, matter of a fact 

now that I'm thinkin' back, when I ain't had no scratch 

no ice, or no 'lac, hold up Kwon rewind it back 

now was you gon' react? 

that's when I hate the fact, I laid her on her back 

(hold up man, don't say that) 

nah, let me spit the facts 

y'all know I love my son, but she only care about if he got some air force ones 

Now ain't that shit dumb? Now where we both come from 

Like all your life, you grew up running around spending funds 

We was broke as Hammer, t-shirts for pajamas 

Cribs small as llamas, eating corn flakes and bananas 

Now it's vests and Hummers, we fucked the whole summer 

The only reason, cause your man be tryin to take me under 

So now I sit and wonder, like I ain't got no clue 

And yes it's true, that the money might have moved you 



[Chorus: Tarboy] 



[Chorus: Ebony Eyez]