Money feat. Luniz,Cydal

歌詞

Cydal! One Step Beyond. Cydal! One Step Beyond. Cydal! [Chorus] Money! (Money found, but broke right now, this Cydal, Mobb.) Is my everything! (Money found, but broke right now, this Cydal, Mobb.) Money! Ohhoohhh. (Money found, but broke right now, this Cydal Mobb.) Is my everything! Time is simply passin Got me diggin dead Presidents up Livin corrupted So fuck it, there's forfittin' Juss more grippin', how to trap it No cops attracted Never fuckin' wit telecommunications So they can't tap it No fingerprints No ballistics juss tryin' to trace on Game laced on drug free zones Thugs be on Some hot power Rifle tower to rip yo head off For bread or soak in a puddle of brokeness and stress. Now. Who want to test the "Champion" like Buju Banton? Plan to leave very few standin when you hand that cannon to me Been in Dangerous Music like Bohannan What you mean souljah?! Ya betta off drinkin' King Cobra Went to clean over there on 8-8 Fo tryin' ta playa hate The straight laced Triple Gold Break, break gripple holds I told That bitch like Joe Ya bitch Lil bitch Lil, lil bitch Lil bitch!! I need to stop fuckin' bitches for points Drinkin' loochie Coochie juss ain't my thang now Hoes in all fifty states got AIDS now I ain't fuckin' wit nothin' that's gon' show stop Money is the root to all evil so I need that to begin Spend money on hoochies? Yeah right mutha fucka! Splittin pussies for free Bitch, juss to say I'm me Be the one stackin' I'm backpackin' it to school What you thought? That I would play the fool? Bitch I need money! [Chorus] Been in an out of traffic Hella long since I seen a mattress Knots don't stop on the turf Wearin' some five's, Nike's and a T-Shirt Little G Became to be a shark (What?!) Won't let you fuck wit me Specialize into that greenery Meanin' to do Whatever the fuck I want to do Even if it means settin' up shop by a pre-school (Progress) Have them bustas waitin' to plot an plan (Money) Hangin out the window, bustin pumps wit Tech's. Raised how it sounds For every portion Every fortune Believe a nigga needed some thousands Proceed Juss smokin' weed an pullin' G's runnin' from housin' You thought of consequences When the coppas visit Got me hoppin' fences Droppin' rocks, but I'm survivin' from these snitches And ain't no coppin' knots, juss coppin' Yola Youngsta caught up in that street life Seven hundred block of soldiers But I'm surrounded in this world Where I'm loved by many And hated by few Respected by ya'll An those that don't they can fall. [Chorus:Repeat x2] Money. One Step Beyond.