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Silkk The Shocker Miscellaneous For Money I need money (money), mo money. Mo money, (ching ching), money, nuthing move but the money. Money, money, look nothing move but the money. Money, money, that's all I want, that's all I want. I want it look. You found me where the papers at, where the capers at I don't ask for a motherfucking thing, I take the scratch Look I, franchise wearing, a franchise wrist I'm franchise look, I need a franchise chick She ain't gotta be tight, she ain't gotta be that rich She just like I tell the other bitches that my nigga's the shit Black on black, step out the house with a suit and a tie soon to die, black on black Scratch a mack, scratch a jack, matter fact nigga I always stay strapped It's the game plan, I gotta win, I can't afford to lose I can't be dressin in them kinda blues can't afford to wear tight shoes You know me, the nigga with the six four frame With a six four cock back and hit your brain You know the CEO nigga, ya'll done seen before nigga See me get dope and don't tell a popo nigga I don't give a fuck, I hate ya'll type Yeah I might know ya but we ain't nothing alike [Chorus] Now nothing move but the money, that's all I want Nothing move but the money nigga, that's all I want Nothing move but the money, that's all I want I'm on top cause I do what ya'll niggas don't, look Catch me playing ball with Shaq, and points from real how to act I did a shootin' range, shoot the mack, when I bust for me to shoot back See I'm nigga put the game that's why I'm on top I can sit eight seasons cold even when it's hot Come on drop the top for my Impala and shit Nigga I'm out to get paper spit some dollars and shit See how many ya'll niggas could follow this shit I got an attitude fuck the whole world, I gotta get rich Ahh, and cap niggas screaming shit, niggas gleaming the wrist You seen the six, seen his wrist, nigga you seen his chick This shit that ya'll spittin', it's meaningless Everything ya'll claim you did, I done it And if I got, man fuck ya'll nigga, I'm a flaunt it And if I don't got it I motherfucking want it Bitch I sold keys, I smoke weed at PE I got blunted Fuck the hatin', I pull off that paper shit Gotta love me or either motherfucking hate me bitch Gotta hate my flow, nigga hate that I got dough And if I spend it all bitch I can make some more [Chorus] Keep it hot, I keep it locked, guns I keep it cocked Runnin' on the shop like I runnin' on the block Keep one up in the top, like one up in the drop Spit till I spit, can't spit no more it don't stop Like I live fast, I'm addicted to cash Ain't a thief but sometimes I just forget to ask I like say what the fuck I feel, nigga do what I want If you don't like it, fuck, fine, nigga we can take it to the trunk And I get the spittin' in your brand new six Spittin' if you even with your motherfucking chick Spittin' if you with you motherfucking click But fuck it I'm just spittin, I'm just spittin the spit Fuck it thick, yeah nigga what Fuck that, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, I told yall I don't like to windows shop to see how high it is Walk by and see how fly it is I'm a ghetto superstar like Pras and shit I got my idles so fuck it, I buy that shit You only live once so like I floss my shit Give to the poor, a nigga like floss on a wrist Yeah I got a few dollars but I don't even spend it no more I'm trying to save up, for what, so I can buy the ghetto I'm out to get money nigga Mo money, money, mo money, nothing move but the motherfucking money [Chorus] Gotta get yall money nigga. Nothin move but the money. Everything else is irrelivant. Nigga yall gotta be willing to get what yall want nigga. By any means. No Limit nigga. 9-8, 9-9, 2 G nigga, whatever. I'm out to get mine. Oughta get yours. Silkk The Shocker live in this motherfucker. I'm out. |
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