Make Money By Any Means Lyrics - Power Of The Dollar - 50 Cent

(Chorus) 

It ain't easy to make money (Whoo) 

So now everybody wanna take money (Uh huh, uh huh) 

You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake money (Take money, uh) 

Fuck wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight money 

It ain't a game 

(Verse 1) 

You can call me player yeah, but I ain't playing fair (Uh huh) 

Takers say I'm the hottest thang comin' this year (No doubt, ha ha ha) 

In the hood niggas know, how I handle my problems 

I walk up close, and I fo', fo' revolve 'em 

Don't make me run to you, put the gun to you 

Have yo ass on Phil Donahue explaining what the fuck I done to you 

Thug niggas in the street saying I'm sunning you 

Dude I'll smoke you every motherfucker under you 

People say chill, but still I do, what I wanna do 

For now on, when I speak, y'all niggas better listen 

Why run against a thoroughbred when you ain't in no condition 

Still got shit on ya nose, from all that ass you been kissing (hahaha) 

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(Chorus x2) 

It ain't easy to make money 

So now everybody wanna take money 

You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake money 

Fuck wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight money 

It ain't a game 

It ain't easy to make money 

So now everybody wanna take money 

You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake money 

Fuck wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight money 

It ain't a game 

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(Verse 2) 

Yo where my down South niggas at, I'm playing piddy-pat 

Wit this kitty cat, bitch swear she a city rat 

It's Nore now, here look read the story now 

My name Nore, and niggas know how I rip 

And if I don't feel a nigga, I don't get on his shit 

Y'all can love me, or hate me, or suck my dick 

I like my hoes just like Summer, no class 

And niggas working so hard, and getting no ass 

Why y'all niggas acting like, it's all ill in y'all square 

Motherfucker you ain't know that it's a hood everywhere 

Me and 50 vandal, no we always run scandal 

Weak niggas, have us lighting up candles 

Sending out roses, condolences, notices 

Focuses on, niggas like Fu Quan 

Yo in they ground, niggas that don't get no bound 

Y'all keep my word, don't love no bird 

Get a beef from TM, and just twist my herb 

(Chorus) 

So now everybody wanna take money 

You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake money 

Fuck wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight money 

It ain't a game 

It ain't easy to make money 

So now everybody wanna take money 

You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake money 

Fuck wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight money 

It ain't a game 

(Verse 3) 

Yo it's all about the cash you getting 

Bricks you flipping, the whips you sitting 

The bitches you hitting, when you living the thug life 

Bitches I don't love no of 'em, the guns I'm running 'em 

Punk niggas I'm sunning 'em, every chance I get 

Man I know niggas is a trip, so I save all my grip 

For these babies faggots flippin', dial 1-800-TIPS 

Force me to bury the bricks, and the whips and take trips 

Every word that come out of my mouth, I mean it, you could eat 

'Cause when I stick you, you gon' cough it up like you bulimic 

I'm no magician, but I could make, somethin' outta nothin' 

Like turn an empty block, into a crack spot that's pumping 

So all you niggas out there, thinking you the nicest 

Me 50, I'm ya motherfucking mid-life crisis 

Southside, alright baby, 50 Cent, Noreaga, Trackmasters, teflon 

(Chorus) 

It ain't easy to make money 

So now everybody wanna take money 

You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake money 

Fuck wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight money 

It ain't a game 

It ain't easy to make money 

So now everybody wanna take money 

You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake money 

Fuck wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight money 

It ain't a game 

Know what I'm saying