Money Talks Lyrics - Blacktrash: The Autobiography Of Kirk Jones - Sticky Fingaz

[Sticky Fingaz] 

Twas the night before twistmas 

And all through the house 

We had guns and money around 

Layin' on the couch 

Was dressed with black jewelry this time 

Mmmmmm, c'mon 

[Sticky Fingaz] 

Everybody want me, I created thieves 

Why I'm almost as important as the air you breathe 

I been through hard times, when it wasn't enough for me 

Stick a weak kid'll have you livin' in luxury 

I'm the reason niggas sellin' drugs to fiends 

I'm the reason Mr. Simpson got off clean 

I'm the reason some parents gotta bury they kids 

And I'm the reason why your cousin on the run from feds 

I've been through customs, borders 

I've been handled by authorities 

Drove people crazy when they couldn't see more of me 

I've been saved, I've been buried alive 

Say my name enough and any nigga testify 

Who you think lead that whole seller ass that time 

All by myself, I created black on black crime 

I'm America's most, I'm tadded up with Ghostt 

Even my hand got big, from net to gross 

I'm emotionless, yet I breathe jealousy and envy 

People kill for me or die to defend me 

But in the end am I really worth the sun 

Rich people make me work for them 

And poor people work for me 

Who am I? Nigga I'm money 

Who am I? Nigga I'm money 

[Hook - Raekwon the Chef] 

See the gun wound, went down for you 

Who ran up in the house, duke 

Caught one from he and for who 

When niggas was ready to murder me 

You stayed up in the crib, like a bitch 

Lookin' ill, and it's lurkin' me (for who?) 

I got stabbed for you 

Yo, shot up the ass for you 

Should stop blowin' the cabs for you (for who?) 

Chill, some niggas called crabs for you 

Holdin' them garbage bags for you 

Ill, blowin them hags for you 

[Sticky Fingaz] 

I resort to evil, I don't grow on trees 

I'm called by different names, chips, scrilla, cream 

And I'm always green whether dirty or clean (Wooooeeee!) 

Gettin' ya hands on me is the American dream 

I'm more powerful than God, or Razale 

Cause when you pray to God nigga, you pray for me 

I'm an exchange hand to hand, with heavy weapontry 

This one couple fucked on me, and slept on me 

Up in the dice games niggas stepped on me 

Bet on me, couldn't pay, bled on me 

I enslaved populations, and controlled masses 

I come in all forms, coins, paper, plastic 

Even credit, I owe you 

You work for me nigga, I own you 

If you are smart, you make me work for you 

All ya life you try and get me and it's hurtin' you 

[Hook - Raekwon the Chef] 

[Sticky Fingaz] 

If you had a million of me, what would you do with me yo? 

Would you blow me in a month and have nothin' to show 

Or would you invest in me and watch me grow 

Take me to the streets and flip me from, do' to sto' to do' 

I underseen things I wish I hadn't seen 

I came between loved ones and families 

A nigga kill his old man to get his hands on me 

Got secret ensciptions, examine me 

want to find me, the bank machine is where I be 

And showed 'em to a hundred grand, F.D.I.C. 

I'm more notorious than the B.I.G. 

I'm so money, who don't want to be like me 

[Hook - Raekwon the Chef] 2x