Money Don't Make U Rich Songtext
von Hi‐Tek feat. Strong Arm Steady
Money Don't Make U Rich Songtext
Yeah man
It′s ya' boy X to the Z, Xzibit
Strong arm steady′s the gang, know what I'm sayin'?
Clack, clack
No talkin′, don′t pay the rent
And sittin' won′t let you style like this
But money don't make you rich
But hatin′ won't let you smile
Yeah, the teknology is too advanced
Attach dynamite to opportunity, blow your chance
Enhance the vision, Kweli tell ′em to listen
Before I probably get a hundred niggaz to diss 'em
Yeah, and I can't wait, sit up straight
Hungry niggaz eatin′ your plate, compete in a race
Full of rats, the homie′s torso is full of tats
I'ma put the rest on my back, it′s best if I bless 'em with that
Specify the facts from the fiction
I gotta draw the line with the diction
And I ain′t whistlin' ′Dixie', this is Hi-Teknology wit me
You couldn't find a finer designer to tailor fit me
To be, yay, a nigga tone, Cincinnati′s own
Hometown favorite like the Bearcats win the zone
Strong arm keep it runnin′ on like a sentence
They wouldn't know the difference when I hit ′em from a distance
No talkin', don′t pay the rent
And sittin' won′t let you style like this
But money don't make you rich
But hatin' won′t let you smile
Clack, conventional
(Bullshit)
Nothin′ identical
The west has evolved and Steady's at the pinnacle
(Yeah dat)
Still saggin′ in my crispy Dickies
But my gangsta's fly, I make sho′ the wrist is extra crystaly
Cock it on the side for the next telly is
Ghetto nigga on Lambo's mailin′ list
Money don't make you rich
But it's funny how it′ll make a snow bunny suck your dick
I have a hater in the shrubs where you park your shit
I had a homie blowin′ you up when he hit the fence
To the Steady, Slick bring the gangsta shit
Like the hankerchief, once you add on the Paisley print
On the rights where I dang a lick
But since I learned red and blue make green it's Tek hits
No talkin′, don't pay the rent
And sittin′ won't let you style like this
But money don′t make you rich
But hatin' won't let you smile
It′s the premier kids cast to build the pyramids
A ′08 Escalade's in prepaid appearances
It′s hard to even entertain a few, an invalid
Lame in the brain, can't talk or remember shit
I don′t blame him, the daddy ain't around
Left him lonely in the hood without good home trainin′
Frustrated, pissed 'cause probation
Got him pissin' in a cup without proper occupation
So they get up, get out, and get it like Goodie Mob
Niggaz must be crazy thinkin′ we won′t do the job
Dookie colored droptops sob, with the feet tall
Hi-Tek beats bump from Lynn Street to Crenshaw
Steady means stupid' stand up, start elevatin′
Violate and come to your final destination
Mouth [unverified] pacin' - pacific ocean main land
Chasin′ retail, re-up in rotation
No talkin', don′t pay the rent
And sittin' won't let you style like this
But money don′t make you rich
But hatin′ won't let you smile
No talkin′, don't pay the rent
And sittin′ won't let you style like this
But money don′t make you rich
But hatin' won't let you smile
It′s ya' boy X to the Z, Xzibit
Strong arm steady′s the gang, know what I'm sayin'?
Clack, clack
No talkin′, don′t pay the rent
And sittin' won′t let you style like this
But money don't make you rich
But hatin′ won't let you smile
Yeah, the teknology is too advanced
Attach dynamite to opportunity, blow your chance
Enhance the vision, Kweli tell ′em to listen
Before I probably get a hundred niggaz to diss 'em
Yeah, and I can't wait, sit up straight
Hungry niggaz eatin′ your plate, compete in a race
Full of rats, the homie′s torso is full of tats
I'ma put the rest on my back, it′s best if I bless 'em with that
Specify the facts from the fiction
I gotta draw the line with the diction
And I ain′t whistlin' ′Dixie', this is Hi-Teknology wit me
You couldn't find a finer designer to tailor fit me
To be, yay, a nigga tone, Cincinnati′s own
Hometown favorite like the Bearcats win the zone
Strong arm keep it runnin′ on like a sentence
They wouldn't know the difference when I hit ′em from a distance
No talkin', don′t pay the rent
And sittin' won′t let you style like this
But money don't make you rich
But hatin' won′t let you smile
Clack, conventional
(Bullshit)
Nothin′ identical
The west has evolved and Steady's at the pinnacle
(Yeah dat)
Still saggin′ in my crispy Dickies
But my gangsta's fly, I make sho′ the wrist is extra crystaly
Cock it on the side for the next telly is
Ghetto nigga on Lambo's mailin′ list
Money don't make you rich
But it's funny how it′ll make a snow bunny suck your dick
I have a hater in the shrubs where you park your shit
I had a homie blowin′ you up when he hit the fence
To the Steady, Slick bring the gangsta shit
Like the hankerchief, once you add on the Paisley print
On the rights where I dang a lick
But since I learned red and blue make green it's Tek hits
No talkin′, don't pay the rent
And sittin′ won't let you style like this
But money don′t make you rich
But hatin' won't let you smile
It′s the premier kids cast to build the pyramids
A ′08 Escalade's in prepaid appearances
It′s hard to even entertain a few, an invalid
Lame in the brain, can't talk or remember shit
I don′t blame him, the daddy ain't around
Left him lonely in the hood without good home trainin′
Frustrated, pissed 'cause probation
Got him pissin' in a cup without proper occupation
So they get up, get out, and get it like Goodie Mob
Niggaz must be crazy thinkin′ we won′t do the job
Dookie colored droptops sob, with the feet tall
Hi-Tek beats bump from Lynn Street to Crenshaw
Steady means stupid' stand up, start elevatin′
Violate and come to your final destination
Mouth [unverified] pacin' - pacific ocean main land
Chasin′ retail, re-up in rotation
No talkin', don′t pay the rent
And sittin' won't let you style like this
But money don′t make you rich
But hatin′ won't let you smile
No talkin′, don't pay the rent
And sittin′ won't let you style like this
But money don′t make you rich
But hatin' won't let you smile
Writer(s): Marvin Jones, Charles Mitchell, Jason Smith, Tony Cottrell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
