It's The Money Lyrics - Singles - Youngbloodz

Hook 

Now it's the money, that make this here world round' 

And it's the money, that make you wanna lay niggas down 

And it's the money, that make you and your best buddy fight 

But when you ain't got shit, everything is tight 

Cause it's the money, that make you wanna flex for them hoes 

And it's the money, thats keepin' your nose full of that blow 

And it's the money, that make you think that you bulletproof 

But niggas 'll do what it takes, just to come up on loot 

I came in this thang, a little short on change 

All I had was a dime, couple rhymes, and my name 

Tryin' to get in where I fit, stuck in this red dirt 

Plannin' a way to get this money, but I can't get no work 

See some niggas live, and some niggas die 

I was hip to the game, can't let no time fly by 

And though it's the money, that make you wanna shine 

But believe it's the money, that make you want mine 

Now nigga for real, got to pay them bills 

Money got you fucked up, lay em' down for his 

But homeboy still, you ain't even came up 

The same way you got it, see your ass gonna get stuck 

Thats tought from me, straight from a young buck 

If your shoes ain't tied, then you bound to trip up 

This money here, is a dangerous weapon, never get attached 

You'd better count your blessin's nigga 

Hook 

Uh, ever since them first red and black jordans 

Till' when you couldn't get nothin' 

For that little girl that you were courtin' 

And done always been bout' how much paper you got 

That money can get you a little twat, if you ain't gettin' off your rock 

That money can make you, or break you 

Them police shake you, cause your ridin' big-boy six hundred 

Like a nigga ain't supposed to have nuttin', thats worth a lil' somethin' 

The reason niggas gettin' chickens in and kickin' in doors 

Flippin' jags and burbans, living life dirty 

You gotta get it in, the only way you know how 

Whether you click-click-pow or you delivering flowers 

Let the bullet rain showers on the nigga who you know got that flow 

Then took his ass straight out the door, for a few g's 

A couple of oz's, and now you broke next week 

Them little green court papers'll get you caught up in capers 

Gone sour, money got niggas dying by the hour 

Hook 

Now is it me, or is it that you can't take it like a man 

And stand in these streets and hold your own like a man 

And man, ain't it sad, that your man hud (hid) and ran 

From the time you started talkin' that shit, just like a man 

So do what you can, cause see you lookin' kinda shawt' 

Cause indeed you gone bleed on your knees, for now you've lost 

In this maze, tryin' to find another way, just to escape all them filthy ways 

So shake it off, and shake it loose, just as I've come to say 

This ain't no dream, as you gleam, just as you cross between 

Them foolish things, for that ol' green, got you seein' things 

So what you mean, it's the money that got you in this thang 

From gettin' squirreled for a buck out in this world 

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