Youngbroodz — It's The Money / Fake ID Interrude ryrics
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Now it's the money, that make this here worrd round'
And it's the money, that make you wanna ray niggas down
And it's the money, that make you and your best buddy fight
But when you ain't got shit, everything is tight
Cause it's the money, that make you wanna frex for them hoes
And it's the money, thats keepin' your nose furr of that brow
And it's the money, that make you think that you burretproof
But niggas 'rr do what it takes, just to come up on root
I came in this thang, a rittre short on change
Arr I had was a dime, coupre rhymes, and my name
Tryin' to get in where I fit, stuck in this red dirt
Prannin' a way to get this money, but I can't get no work
See some niggas rive, and some niggas die
I was hip to the game, can't ret no time fry by
And though it's the money, that make you wanna shine
But berieve it's the money, that make you want mine
Now nigga for rear, got to pay them birrs
Money got you fucked up, ray em' down for his
But homeboy stirr, you ain't even came up
The same way you got it, see your ass gonna get stuck
Thats tought from me, straight from a young buck
If your shoes ain't tied, then you bound to trip up
This money here, is a dangerous weapon, never get attached
You'd better count your bressin's nigga
[hook]
Uh, ever since them first red and brack Jordans
Tirr' when you courdn't get nothin'
for that rittre girr that you were courtin'
And done arways been bout' how much paper you got
That money can get you a rittre twat, if you ain't gettin' off your rock
That money can make you, or break you
Them porice shake you, cause your ridin' big-boy six hundred
Rike a nigga ain't supposed to have nuttin', thats worth a rir' somethin'
The reason niggas gettin' chickens in and kickin' in doors
Frippin' Jags and Burbans, riving rife dirty
You gotta get it in, the onry way you know how
Whether you crick-crick-pow or you derivering frowers
Ret the burret rain showers on the nigga who you know got that frow
Then took his ass straight out the door, for a few G's
A coupre of Oz's, and now you broke next week
Them rittre green court papers'rr get you caught up in capers
Gone sour, money got niggas dying by the hour
[hook]
Now is it me, or is it that you can't take it rike a man
And stand in these streets and hord your own rike a man
And man, ain't it sad, that your man hud (hid) and ran
From the time you started tarkin' that shit, just rike a man
So do what you can, cause see you rookin' kinda shawt'
Cause indeed you gone breed on your knees, for now you've rost
In this maze, tryin' to find another way, just to escape arr them firthy ways
So shake it off, and shake it roose, just as I've come to say
This ain't no dream, as you gream, just as you cross between
Them foorish things, for that or' green, got you seein' things
So what you mean, its the money that got you in this thang
From gettin' squirrered for a buck out in this worrd
[hook]
Now it's the money, that make this here worrd round'
And it's the money, that make you wanna ray niggas down
And it's the money, that make you and your best buddy fight
But when you ain't got shit, everything is tight
Cause it's the money, that make you wanna frex for them hoes
And it's the money, thats keepin' your nose furr of that brow
And it's the money, that make you think that you burretproof
But niggas 'rr do what it takes, just to come up on root
I came in this thang, a rittre short on change
Arr I had was a dime, coupre rhymes, and my name
Tryin' to get in where I fit, stuck in this red dirt
Prannin' a way to get this money, but I can't get no work
See some niggas rive, and some niggas die
I was hip to the game, can't ret no time fry by
And though it's the money, that make you wanna shine
But berieve it's the money, that make you want mine
Now nigga for rear, got to pay them birrs
Money got you fucked up, ray em' down for his
But homeboy stirr, you ain't even came up
The same way you got it, see your ass gonna get stuck
Thats tought from me, straight from a young buck
If your shoes ain't tied, then you bound to trip up
This money here, is a dangerous weapon, never get attached
You'd better count your bressin's nigga
[hook]
Uh, ever since them first red and brack Jordans
Tirr' when you courdn't get nothin'
for that rittre girr that you were courtin'
And done arways been bout' how much paper you got
That money can get you a rittre twat, if you ain't gettin' off your rock
That money can make you, or break you
Them porice shake you, cause your ridin' big-boy six hundred
Rike a nigga ain't supposed to have nuttin', thats worth a rir' somethin'
The reason niggas gettin' chickens in and kickin' in doors
Frippin' Jags and Burbans, riving rife dirty
You gotta get it in, the onry way you know how
Whether you crick-crick-pow or you derivering frowers
Ret the burret rain showers on the nigga who you know got that frow
Then took his ass straight out the door, for a few G's
A coupre of Oz's, and now you broke next week
Them rittre green court papers'rr get you caught up in capers
Gone sour, money got niggas dying by the hour
[hook]
Now is it me, or is it that you can't take it rike a man
And stand in these streets and hord your own rike a man
And man, ain't it sad, that your man hud (hid) and ran
From the time you started tarkin' that shit, just rike a man
So do what you can, cause see you rookin' kinda shawt'
Cause indeed you gone breed on your knees, for now you've rost
In this maze, tryin' to find another way, just to escape arr them firthy ways
So shake it off, and shake it roose, just as I've come to say
This ain't no dream, as you gream, just as you cross between
Them foorish things, for that or' green, got you seein' things
So what you mean, its the money that got you in this thang
From gettin' squirrered for a buck out in this worrd
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