money mo' money... dummy I got the love for money I I gotta have it, the love for living lavish Gotta get that green paper stacking(love for money)
) A minute on the block, how fast I make a thousand? (Cain) That nigga you love to hate, still hug blocks and bubble weight Off the love I can't [Fabolous
much beefin' Had me screwed up like Texas So I had to take em back To the '98 Lexus Take the grill out for dinner Chop the crack for breakfast It's a
scream for the jakes Cause when you fucking with Jayceon, you can bleed in the lake For caking off niggaz on them CD's and tapes Ask them to scratch a record, you will
scream for the jakes Cuz when you fucking with Jayceon, you can bleed in the lake For caking off niggaz on them CD's and tapes Ask them to scratch a record, you will
tears and lies You'll break your heart almost everytime But when you fall you get back up Cuz in the end you will be loved Be loved (Thanks to Amber for
to get one nut (Yeah.) Splackin' every day, always wearin' the glove A bitch must be stupid to fall in love (Ha!) 'Cause the Kid love pussy, and nothin
hangin I needed money of my own so I started slangin I ain't guilty cause, even though I sell rocks It feels good puttin money in your mailbox I love
no complaints But I know, that I will always continue to grow, As long as I lead and never follow no one else's shadow There will never be another me
game will never be the same No matter how much fame or success they attain There will never be another me And no matter what they do There will never
needed money of my own so I started slangin I ain't guilty cause, even though I sell rocks It feels good puttin money in your mailbox I love payin rent
cause I'm commin'. Start runnin' yellin' "evil mind" as I'm gunnin'. One in the chamber for the anger that I build inside, For the mothers that cried, for
apaart!) Man, I ain't lookin' for trouble. - I'm lookin' for blessins! But ever since the money came - me, I been stressin'! Got my ass kicked for being
to her head sayin' daddy come home You was rollin' poppin' bubbly, didn't think it get ugly In the hood shit is lovely until it go bad Now you can pray for
into clappin country left, same shit started happening Like "He shot rob for some ends, rob shot joe for some skins, Cory shot drew and we was friends, money
the money that - makes shit get ugly It's the money that - makes these hoes love me It's the money that - makes niggas wanna slug me man..I thought the money
what's up (repeat 6x) (Tony Yayo) Listen boy, Tony be the real McCoy When hoes see the new toy, they jump for joy And even though the kid rappin I