Money Lyrics - Snoop Dogg

Yeah what up 

Nigga want hundeds, hundeds, hundeds 

I need money money money 

Nigga want hundeds, hundeds, hundeds 

Nigga I need money money money 

Nigga want hundeds hundeds hundeds 

Nigga want money money money 

The biggest fast time is rhyme the size crime 

Its been the same man since the game became mine 

I spot four one of these at the same time 

Looking like Snoop Dogg back in eighty-nine 

Do I give a fuck, no I never have 

I just blow my weed and take a bubble bath 

I laugh at these niggaz, I aint mad at you niggaz 

Cause half of you niggaz can't even fuck with me 

I'm on it cause I'm so fucking city 

And every town that I roll through I leave my G prints 

LBC, now that's what I represent, can ya feel it (Eastside) 

I'm hotter than a batch of fish grease in a skillet 

I wanna say what up to all the G's, the killas, and the ballers, and the dealers 

See where I'm from you either rate us, hate us or steal us 

And right about now all the cap peelers gotta feel us 

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Money, money is everything 

It's the crack to the fiend 

It's the king to the queen 

It reigns supreme 

It's the crop to the cream (say what) 

It's a po man, no man, it's everybodys dream 

Money, mo money, get money 

But make sure you know that your folks don't get funny 

Everybody claiming that they down on they luck 

While I'm fresh dressed like a million bucks 

I throw on my black socks with my all gold chucks 

Now lets see which one of my trucks we gone use today 

To slide away, (where we going) to Snoop World mother fucking U.S.A 

Its all a dream, and dreams can come true 

If it happen for me, shit it can happen for you 

Meech from the beach, he keep shit cracking 

And everything he touch guaranteed to go platinum 

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Ya got to have cash to make it these days 

And you can make at least one of a hundred different ways 

You can holler at the homie Meech and get a dope track 

And write you a rap, and try to get you to snap 

Or you could stand on the streets and holler and wine 

You can throw up insane, twenty crip or one nine 

I chose DP cause financially money money money that's all a nigga see 

See to get it, is to have it, interstate, maintain, don't get broke and fail the game 

You might catch me in Brooklyn man hanging out with my sons and god sons, cause it's a blood thing 

Or you can catch me in Oakland, or I might be on my way back to the west coast 

Still smoking, with a pound of that shit 

Waiting for me at the crib with my dogs my wife and my two kids, getting money 

For all the niggaz out there getting their money 

Money is the root of all evil huh 

You know what 

I mean, we already living in hell 

So fuck, get your money man 

I look at shit like this: 

The mother fuckers that don't got money, they doing bad 

And they don't give a fuck and they rob they steal they kill 

And the mother fuckers that got money, they depressed 

You know they can't enjoy it 

So I mean, what's your pleasure 

You wanna live with it our without it, shit I'm bout it 

I got to have it, you feel me