Money Lyrics - Cypress Hill

Yo, I got this plan to make some money. I want you to keep this shit to yourself. 

At 6: 15 am this truck pulls out the post office. I'm like a shootin' wisher. 

Now it makes one stop before it goes to Sacramento, 

which is a mail drop-off at First Federal Loan and Savings. 

I did whatever I could to get by 

Slang dope jack people hands in the sky 

When you livin' on the edge yeah holmie it's a high 

You get caught up in the drama and eventually you die 

Livin' in a hard world some are livin' lies 

Son you better wise up and open up your eyes 

Shit it never easy holmie people will connive 

Better have a hustle if you mean to survive 

Why you're so greedy can you tell us all why 

Look holmie believe me you're fuckin' metal ply 

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For the dollar everybody is a target that's real 

Talkin' is smog you're fate's signed and sealed 

You could be the next one cross 'em in the path 

What maybe if you do the math you can avoid the blood bath 

All the money that we stole too weak to take greed 

Give it to an honest man the money is still deep 

Dollar bill y'all 

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Fiend for the mean green 

Never get enough is a mother fuckin' gangsta dream 

For the love of the cash flow 

You could live fast and you could die slow 

Show where's the can bet your ass you believe it 

'Cause niggas that you know try hard to be schemin' 

Work hard is fuck for everything to rock 

You a dead mother fucker 'fore I get got 

Fools got game floss and drop names 

My move's faster than a runaway train 

Fuck the world don't ask me for shit 

Catch you on your knees and you want some dick 

Spot a gold nigga with a hairline trigger 

Each root your name the reputation get bigger 

For the love of the money, pussy, drugs 

Fools change and get all twisted up 

Dollar bill y'all 

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Only if ya better keep your eyes peeled 

'Cause you were talkin' for jacks and that's real 

Whether you rap or do biz or drug deal 

Holmie for the dollar you can get yourself killed 

He decided to jet it could happen with no discussion 

Straps of all pain fools fuckin' eruptin' 

For the green little papers jackin' your neighbors 

But what if your neighbor put arms in his favor 

Moved up the heater to mash you punk bitches 

Don't wanna earn shit you wanna jack for the riches 

Nothin' in life's for free my nigga learn that 

You burn someone they might just burn back 

Scorchin' niggas to the third degree 

Auh y'all triggers deserve to be 

Put out of you misery your history son 

When your body disappears then the mystery come 

Dollar bill y'all 

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