Money Money Money

I Come from the Era where we Fought

We didn't Need a Gun

**** All that we Do is Chase Bread

But its Not a Bun

I Remember when i was a Git

I Stayed on the Run

Now I Stay on Presidential shit

Is not Obama Runtz

From an Early Age

I had a Weed and a Coke Stash

Mr. Make it Happen

I Rather just Make Cash

Selling you some X

Before they was All Trash

I had All That

Way Before I had a Mustache

I'll Still Tie a **** up

And we just Leave em on the Floor

I Try to Change

Cause you Live by the Sword

You'll Die by the Sword

I Remember Robbing ****

Smoking Riding in a Ford

Make you put your Hands up

Like you Talking to the Lord

I want Money Money Money

I Get it by Any Means

But Money ain't the Only Thing

That is Tucked in my Jeans

Like Promethazine

Son I Bet this 9 will Make you Lean

If you think you Sick

We Give you Shots but No Vaccine

Money Money Money

I Get it by Any Means

I got Money but i got a Pistol

Its All in my Jeans

Money Money Money

I Get it by Any Means

If the Sky Blue or Black

We under it Making the Green

Money Money Money

I Get it by Any Means

Even tho Slavery Over

You know I'ma Serve a Fiend

Money Money Money

I Get it by Any Means

We are just a Bunch of Dirty ****

But we Selling Clean

I make Money All Day

But Specially at Night

And my **** Stay Strapped

Like a Guard or a Knight

Color Blind

I only See the Green or Police Lights

Me I could Never be a Racist

Cause I Love Selling White

Remember Doors was Getting Kicked

Like an Instrument on the Beat

Playa we in the Field

Just Gloves with No Cleats

**** we are Outside

Like the Homeless be in the Streets

Burning this Money from Balling

I Feel like the Logo on the Heat

If I am Not Making Money

I just Feel so Incomplete

Everyday is in the 90s

I could Never Overheat

I just Give you Food for Thought

And its a little Bittersweet

I'm in your Door Selling you Candy

The Reverse of Trick or Treat

Murrda Cook it and I Kill it

It's Reverse but we gon Eat

I Know I can Sell this Music

If I Grew up Selling Weed

Tell the Police Leave me Alone

I'm a Problem they don't Need

Cause I will Give a Cracker Lead

Before I ever Give a Lead

Money money money

I Get it by any Means

I got Money but i got a Pistol

Its All in my Jeans

Money money money

I Get it by any Means

If the Sky Blue or Black

We under it making the Green

Money money money

I Get it by any Means

Even tho Slavery Over

You know I'ma Serve a Fiend

Money money money

I Get it by Any Means

We are just a bunch of Dirty ****

But we Selling Clean