Money - Live

Yo, I got this plan to make some money

I want you to keep this shit to yourself

At 6:15 a.m, the truck pulls out of the

Post office on

Lankest bitchin andro

Wilsher Now it makes one stop before it goes to

Sacramento

Which is a mail drop-off at

First Federal

Loan and Savings

I did whatever

I could to get by

Slang shit, jack people, hands in the sky

When you livin' on the edge, yeah homie it's a high

You get caught up in the drama and eventually you die

Livin' in a hard world, some are livin' lies

Son you better wise up and open up your eyes

Shit it never easy homie people will connive

Better have a hustle, if you mean to survive

Why you're so greedy, can you tell us all why?

Look homie believe me you're ****ing metal ply

For the dollar everybody is a target that's real

Talkin' is smog you're fate's signed and sealed

You could be the next one cross 'em in the path

What maybe if you do the math you can avoid the blood bath

All the money that we stole too weak to take greed

Give it to an honest man the money is still deep

Dollar bill y'all

Dollar bill y'all

Dollar, dollar, dollar

Dollar, dollar bill y'all

Dollar bill y'all

Dollar bill y'all

Dollar, dollar, dollar

Dollar, dollar bill y'all

Dollar bill y'all

Dollar bill y'all

Dollar, dollar, dollar

Dollar, dollar bill y'all

Dollar bill y'all

Dollar bill y'all

Dollar, dollar, dollar

Dollar, dollar bill y'all

I ain't got through all my life

Fiend for the mean green

Never get enough is a mother****ing gangsta dream

For the love on a cash flow

You could live fast and you could die slow

Show where's the can bet your ass you believe it '

Cause niggas that you know try hard to be scheming

Work hard is ****in' for everything to rock

You a dead mother****er 'fore

I get got

Fools got game floss and drop names

My move's faster than a runaway train

**** the world don't ask me for shit

Catch you on your knees and you want some shit

Spot a gold ****er with a hairline trigger

Each root they make, their reputations get bigger

For the love of the money, mother****er, and drug

Fools change and get all twisted up

Dollar bill y'all

Dollar bill y'all

Dollar, dollar, dollar

Dollar, dollar bill y'all

Dollar bill y'all

Dollar bill y'all

Dollar, dollar, dollar

Dollar, dollar bill y'all

Dollar bill y'all

Dollar bill y'all

Dollar, dollar, dollar

Dollar, dollar bill y'all

Dollar bill y'all

Dollar bill y'all

Dollar, dollar, dollar

Dollar, dollar bill y'all

Only if ya better keep your eyes peeled '

Cause you were talkin' for jacks and that's real

Whether you rap or do biz or drug deal

Homie for the dollar, you can get yourself killed

He decided to jet it, could happen with no discussion

Straps of all pain fools ****in' eruptin'

For the green little papers jackin' your neighbors

But what if your neighbor put the arms in his favor?

Picked up the heater to mash you punk ****s

Don't wanna earn shit you wanna jack for the riches

Nothin' in life's for free my ****ers learn that

You burn someone they might just burn back

Scorchin' ****ers to the third degree

Auh y'all trigger deserve to be

Put out of you misery, you're history son

When your body disappears, then the mystery come

Dollar bill y'all

Dollar bill y'all

Dollar, dollar, dollar

Dollar, dollar bill y'all

Dollar bill y'all

Dollar bill y'all

Dollar, dollar, dollar

Dollar, dollar bill y'all

Dollar bill y'all

Dollar bill y'all

Dollar, dollar, dollar

Dollar, dollar bill y'all

Dollar bill y'all

Dollar bill y'all

Dollar, dollar, dollar

Dollar, dollar bill y'all