クレジット
歌詞
Yeah
Fresh out the shower, I'm out the door (Get to it)
Bitch blowin' up my line but we don't kick it no more (She blew it)
Jumped in my shit then hit the hood (West)
The 105 backed up but it's all in the good (It's all good)
Hit the 110, get in the streets (In the streets)
Lookin' for the hoes who love to treat (Treat)
Breakin' on the bitches that love the P (P)
Pull up on the homies who got the tree (Weed)
I don't smoke that shit but my bitch do (Bitch do)
I just drink my juice by the zip, foo (By the zip, foo)
And all these wannabe **** tryna act like a P (Like the P's)
I was breakin' on hoes when I was 17 (I was 17)
I ain't with no marriage or a wedding ring (Uh-uh)
I'm talkin' 24 karats on my cufflinks (Yup), for real (For real)
And **** think the money from rappin'
That's brazy, I don't know what keep a **** from laughin'
Money don't make the man, the man makes the money
Money don't make the man, the man makes the money (It's your boy Polyester aka Real Dude P, let's get it, aye)
I'm a player with game, ain't never took a day off
Stay in first place dipped in sauce
With my chin up, check my getup, call me young Ray Charles
Make it do what it do, baby, come get involved
When you get your day goin' better get my dope goin'
Double up my cheddar from the night to the morning
Ain't no time to get tired, stay sharp, never quit
Either you pimp or get pimped (Get pimped)
Yeah, the winter's cold but your boy's still hot
I could show you what you need, I could show you what I got
I'm in it to win it and dedicated to the block
I can hit it from the corner every time I throw a shot, aye
Paintin' pictures and makin' bangers on the low low
Hustle on swole, watch me glide on the po-po (Yee)
It's your boy Real Deal on the grind, loc (Yee)
Man, you know we stay fly on the West Coast
Money don't make the man, the man makes the money
Money don't make the man, the man makes the money
It's a been a year or more since you went away and I tried to wait (Tried to wait)
You make me promise to cherish our love and keep it locked away (Locked away)
Then this guy started comin' around (Around)
And though I keep turning him down
It's getting harder to hold out
My resistance is getting low
Written by: Jay Worthy