All About Money Lyrics
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All About Money Lyricsby Us5 Buy album CD: In Control [Magazeen:] Moving Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday We are make money, make money So don't try nothing funny Death before dishonor, honor Rise up the Maybach banner Zeen, bigga[? ] Maga to the zeen No so fuck a playa hater Real Gangsta's make paper Because we hustle everyday That's how we get paid Step up in the club and buy a 100 Rose Make friend no, fuck a playa hater Real gangsta's make paper Because we hustle everyday That's how we get paid Run up in the club and buy a dozen rose Money over everything, money buy you anything Money make the World spin, money make your girl sing Money is not everything, but money get ya anything Remember stash a little ting just in case of anything, [Chorus:] I say it's all about money It's money over everything You can see it in my eyes Than it ain't no surprise that I'm out for the chedder man I said it's all about money It's money over everything I ain't in the streets for nothing Everyday a nigga hustlin And I'm out to get that chedder man It's money over everything I spend a lot of dollars nigga but I stack more 24-7 nigga call it trap mode Go hundred spokes spinnin' on the ride So 357 give a nigga what he ask for Money over everything even a bitch I know some homies on the Ave that would kill for a brick I got some [? ] in a trap buy a hundred a flip A half a mill in a stash act broke as a bitch I'm running the strip I get it how I live Break a pound down or I can get it out a bitch Robbin' motherfuckers that be so-called ballin' Young [? ] let me in, bitch I get it all in [Chorus] Smoking on Bagdads, fleshing on you rasclats Just came home snatch the roof off the new jag Future so bright even though I got a buried past I've been gone for a minute, then I'm still on you niggas ass Pump your brakes don't nothing move but the cash Red yellow old school looking like the fucking flash This ain't a comic book, lives get took here Money over everything [? ] [Chorus]
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