Money Songtext
von Nature

Yeah
This be that shit
(It′s sickening)
Yeah

We the guys, advertising the wealth
Good health and we blow a lot of money (We blow a lot of money)
Mobb guys to the end and I never cut ties
For no amount of money (No amount of money)
The only grind in the street, tryin' to get up on your feet
′Cause you owe a lot of money (You owe a lot of money)
Nowadays shit is deep, gotta grind just to eat
Or you won't get no money (You won't get no money)


Out of the ordinary, out of my coronary
That mean my heart homie, meaning I′m more than ready
I got the hunger of a rookie but I′m on already
Music is my way of life, my music is reformatory
For juvenile detention, too young to pay attention
You carry medication today is for possession
It's what you call aggression, I cover all the X′s
And win by any means, my mind like Malcolm X's
Although I′m well connected, although I'm selling records

I got a jail record, true story, go check it

On the internet, smart enough to find it
All it′s gonna tell you is my heart was into grinding
Handshake businesses, no paper binding

No contracts, no ink, no fine print
Rap star shining, hip-hop martyr
For the love but I do this for the dollar

We the guys, advertising the wealth
Good health and we blow a lot of money (We blow a lot of money)
Mobb guys to the end and I never cut ties
For no amount of money (No amount of money)
The only grind in the street, tryin' to get up on your feet
'Cause you owe a lot of money (You owe a lot of money)
Nowadays shit is deep, gotta grind just to eat
Or you won′t get no money (You won′t get no money)

Back with that
Rapping like that, doing all that wack-ass shit
(You won't get no money)


Niggas tryna hustle, better go get a job, man
Starving
(You won′t get no money)
Tryna live like me, you still selling crack?
Tryna be like me
(You won't get no money)

Shit like this, hell no

Real shit, yo
(You won′t get no money)

Run deep, I ain't gotta run, G
I ain′t gotta have hoes running through my laundry
Money in my pants pocket, underneath couches

Studio sessions, smoke at least three ounces
Paying off mortgages, all kind of performances
Backyard barbecues, songs without the choruses
High school auditoriums, eating food emporiums
Pulling up, fans tryna see what kind of tour we in
Looking like I made it, but I ain't even started
If it's worth it I′mma trade it, I′mma sell it, even barter
Worth paying off but I choose to work harder

Never lose attitude, I do this for the dollar

We the guys, advertising the wealth
Good health and we blow a lot of money (We blow a lot of money)
Mobb guys to the end and I never cut ties
For no amount of money (No amount of money)
The only grind in the street, tryin' to get up on your feet
′Cause you owe a lot of money (You owe a lot of money)
Nowadays shit is deep, gotta grind just to eat
Or you won't get no money (You won′t get no money)