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Whoa Whoa Yeah If you got it, you got it You can't buy it I used to pray for the moolah Now I just pray I don't lose it Hopefully we are the ones Ramasedi will be choosing To be the ones that can break all The generational curses To be the ones that can Finally change all our passions To purpose, purpose I used to think it's Illuminati Till I realized, they just knew somebody That can go in the streets Recruit somebody That can go anywhere And shoot somebody Price tag on the man of the law That's why corruption Is lasting so long I'm talkin' about more than Twenty years strong They even forgot what they doing Is wrong Yeah Black on black Black tax Big black bag In the back Gotta pay it back Otherwise, it's prepp-prepp, prepp They say cash is king Kneel on the floor and kiss the ring Knee on the ground And pour some gin Pray to God they're listening They say you can live out All your fantasies They say you can even feed your Family But even they can turn Into your enemies And some have sold their souls For it Apparently But Fuck it We need this money, nigga Pay up Fuck it We want this money, nigga Pay up Yeah Fuck it We want this money, nigga Pay up Yeah Fuck it We need this money, nigga Pay up Fuck it We want the zaka Namela chord ke tshwaretse plug Mfana Pirara a tsena ditrata When it comes to the cash Akenyake mathata Gimme the loot We want the loot Okare mo Mzansi ba striker Ba tsogile ka two Gimme the loot Hop it the booth Pray I make it Without rocking a tie & a suit Yeah ey You sell a nigga a gun You might be the first nigga he kills Die orla My life a movie Not a Gram story Not a gram reel Keeping the Müller in the team Like I'm Bayern it's a goal We don't miss Aye I'm just tryna make my mama Proud of me Thinking bout coppin' a property Gotta stack my money properly Ain't taking money apologies Aye I'm just tryna make my mama Proud of me Thinking bout copping a property Gotta stack my money properly Ain't taking money apologies They say you can live out All your fantasies They say you can even feed your Family But even they can turn Into your enemies And some have sold their souls For it Apparently But Fuck it We need this money, nigga Pay up Fuck it We want this money, nigga Pay up Yeah Fuck it We want this money, nigga Pay up Yeah Fuck it We need this money, nigga Pay up
Writer(s): Phologo Mataboge Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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