Money Don't Make Me Lyrics - Singles - Magic!

Chorus: [c-murder] 

Money don't make me, I make money 

Yeah, them niggas can't take me, 'cause I ain't runnin 

When it's time for me to make a move, I'm a make it 

Leave a motherfucker standin' in his shoes, a born killer (x2) 

Verse 1: [c-murder] 

No limit soldier for life, nigga give me my props 

I come a long fuckin' way from pullin jacks (? ) and slangin' rocks 

7 digit figures can't make me soft 

I be the same motherfucker ready to blow a nigga head off 

Bury him, before he bury me 

Become a memory, motherfuckers talkin' bout remember c 

Nigga, is you crazy, I don't know what death is 

The reaper don't fuck with a nigga like me, I'm a handle my biz 

Like 4 more, I'm sick with it, you know what I'm sayin' 

Don't play no games boy, you know c-murder ain't playin' 

I go to clubs, mean mug, ain't shit gon' happen 

I'm a motherfuckin gangsta, niggaz know I ain't just rappin' 

Can't stop a crazy motherfucker from doin' what he wanna 

I'm still facin' ten years on an open charge in california 

So believe if you see me on the corner it really don't matter 

And respect a real nigga, or watch your fuckin' brains scatter 

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Chorus x 2 

Verse 2: [soulja slim] 

Now c-murder told you bitches don't play no games 

And since I got a little paper bitch you think I changed? 

? at all times respect my mind 

I'd rather be caught with it than without it, I ain't lyin' 

'cause soldier haters come in all shapes and sizes 

They act like they your people wearin' them different disguises 

You get a little baby and you get some fame 

They be all in ya face just because of ya name 

I'm worldwide, southside is what I claim 

Uptown, magnolia, that's whose bringin' the pain 

I'm gettin sick and tired, sick and tired of this shit 

Life's a bitch, even when you bitch niggaz and hoes snitch 

So tell me what the fuck am I suppossed to do 

I run with real niggaz and trill niggaz that's bout it and tru 

Chorus x1 

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Verse 3: [magic] 

It's mr. magic, I'm take my time, I'm a handle my business 

Either thuggin or rappin, I refuse to leave a witness 

Nigga, money don't make me, I make the money 

And you niggaz don't scare me, that's why I ain't runnin 

I was in the lower nine, it's best you back up bitch 

Kidnappers and killas y'all niggaz makin' me homesick 

My mind is full of battle scars because I ball 

And servin' time in the graveyard, times is hard 

But my world still remains the same 

Infested with anger, that's why I ride with probably one in the chamber 

I'm with million dollar minded niggaz 

Between the screen we worth more figures than the world got gravediggaz 

We made niggaz, picture us for some years 

Throwin a' finger to our foes, and givin' love to our friends 

Chorus x2