It's gon' be a bunch of lil' kids
A bunch of lil' boys and girls singing this lil' part right here
Maybe these, maybe these the words, somethin' like this, uh
Money, money, all I need, all I want (yeah)
Take it from me, leave you stank, smell the funk (you stink, yeah)
Money, money, all they need, all they want (yeah, uh-uh, uh, yeah)
Take it from me, no, you can't, no, you don't (uh, look)
Nigga, money on my mind more than half the time
They put our mask on the money so I mastermind
Don't mind the mess, I'm a mass, I ain't just rappin' rhymes
Jid really Jimmy Neutron mixin' a nuclear bomb
And, as they eyes are watchin' God, I'm tryna rise above
Poverty, philosophies, and prophecies arise
Follow me for forever, never fall too far behind
'Cause I tell my testimonies, Testaverde (sixteen) times
Uh, he was done without a dime
Youngest in the family, so come from out of crime
Came from East Atlanta, Moreland Ave to South Deshon
In his path, Twenty East was probably like the Autobahn
Better get his autograph, he gon' have Grammys and arms
'Member he was smokin' little grammies in the slums
Tryin' not to panic, couldn't imagine what was done
Father Time f*cked Mother Earth and had an Uncle Tom
Now, them crackers snatchin' black cats by they tongue
For the cheese, rats creepin' on yo' T.V. Screen, sellin' you dreams
Granny buyin' holy waters off of Joel Osteen
Rubbin' it in my brother head, say a prayer on her knees
I used to be jealous of Jared and Patrel Ahkim, even Farad
Had the new J's and new jeans on, it's what I wanted at the time
As a pre-teen, pretend I'm a star
Pretty model in a G-string, sitting on top the car
With the bottle that she drinkin', leavin' from out the bar
Scheme on the dollar, thinkin' if anybody is talkin'
Put some green on his head, he better be Marcus Smart
But, we never had a thing, so, this always in my thought
Because I ate so many baloney sandwiches as a child
I'll kill a nigga if he made one for me right now
Ironic that being broke is an expensive lifestyle
No wonder they sellin' dope from sun rose to sundown
Tryna get mo', screamin' out the window
Money, money, all I need, all I want (yeah)
Take it from me, leave you stank, smell the funk (you stink, yeah)
Money, money, all they need, all they want (yeah)
Take it from me, no, you can't, no, you don't (look)
nigga, money on my mind more than most the time
And most of my grind go to promotin' my rhymes, a nigga don't blow, I shine
I feel like Coach Prime, I throw a bomb if they ain't coach the line
And, don't socialize, the goal is to get the most dimes
before it's the end of yo' time (aw, man)
It's hard for a nigga to score
when they keep on movin' the goal line (we tryna get some money, dawg)
Now, he outside the liquor store with a lottery ticket
Leavin' a double shift at the Walmart on Gresham Road
(Life for me ain't been no crystal stair, dawg)
Still tryna keep composure
rollin' past the gas station where he owe niggas (I need some money)
F*ckin' with that parlay play you made and a nigga may spray 'bout that dough (yeah)
So, a nigga don't play by no code
Back in the day, we was told 'bout reparations, get a mule, 40 acres or so
Justifications or re-payment for the pain in yo' soul
Fast forward, f*ck patience, I ain't waitin' no more
I got to take it, paper chasin' like I'm Dre or I'm HOV
Ye with the clothes
F*ck Hulk Hogan, and f*ck Joe Rogan because it flows, you know how it goes
Need a bitch that's down with O-P-P, and down with I-P-Os
Feel like ODB, you hoes better have my Pesos
Thinkin' about them days mama said she had to pray more
'Cause feedin' seven kids, plus the mortgage got to pay more
The food from in the fridge from last night is on the table
Y'all sit down and say y'all grace because we ate so many baloney sandwiches as a child
I'd kill for one of them shits if I could have one right now
Ironic I'm havin' dope but don't promote the lifestyle
Just want my people to grow, let's make a toast to right now, get some money
Say it with me loud now
Money, money, all I need, all I want (yeah)
Take it from me, leave you stank, smell the funk (you stink, yeah)
Money, money, all they need, all they want (yeah)
Take it from me, no, you can't, no, you don't
JID - Money Lyrics
JID - Money Lyrics
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It's gon' be a bunch of lil' kids
A bunch of lil' boys and girls singing this lil' part right here
Maybe these, maybe these the words, somethin' like this, uh
Money, money, all I need, all I want (yeah)
Take it from me, leave you stank, smell the funk (you stink, yeah)
Money, money, all they need, all they want (yeah, uh-uh, uh, yeah)
Take it from me, no, you can't, no, you don't (uh, look)
Nigga, money on my mind more than half the time
They put our mask on the money so I mastermind
Don't mind the mess, I'm a mass, I ain't just rappin' rhymes
Jid really Jimmy Neutron mixin' a nuclear bomb
And, as they eyes are watchin' God, I'm tryna rise above
Poverty, philosophies, and prophecies arise
Follow me for forever, never fall too far behind
'Cause I tell my testimonies, Testaverde (sixteen) times
Uh, he was done without a dime
Youngest in the family, so come from out of crime
Came from East Atlanta, Moreland Ave to South Deshon
In his path, Twenty East was probably like the Autobahn
Better get his autograph, he gon' have Grammys and arms
'Member he was smokin' little grammies in the slums
Tryin' not to panic, couldn't imagine what was done
Father Time f*cked Mother Earth and had an Uncle Tom
Now, them crackers snatchin' black cats by they tongue
For the cheese, rats creepin' on yo' T.V. Screen, sellin' you dreams
Granny buyin' holy waters off of Joel Osteen
Rubbin' it in my brother head, say a prayer on her knees
I used to be jealous of Jared and Patrel Ahkim, even Farad
Had the new J's and new jeans on, it's what I wanted at the time
As a pre-teen, pretend I'm a star
Pretty model in a G-string, sitting on top the car
With the bottle that she drinkin', leavin' from out the bar
Scheme on the dollar, thinkin' if anybody is talkin'
Put some green on his head, he better be Marcus Smart
But, we never had a thing, so, this always in my thought
Because I ate so many baloney sandwiches as a child
I'll kill a nigga if he made one for me right now
Ironic that being broke is an expensive lifestyle
No wonder they sellin' dope from sun rose to sundown
Tryna get mo', screamin' out the window
Money, money, all I need, all I want (yeah)
Take it from me, leave you stank, smell the funk (you stink, yeah)
Money, money, all they need, all they want (yeah)
Take it from me, no, you can't, no, you don't (look)
nigga, money on my mind more than most the time
And most of my grind go to promotin' my rhymes, a nigga don't blow, I shine
I feel like Coach Prime, I throw a bomb if they ain't coach the line
And, don't socialize, the goal is to get the most dimes
before it's the end of yo' time (aw, man)
It's hard for a nigga to score
when they keep on movin' the goal line (we tryna get some money, dawg)
Now, he outside the liquor store with a lottery ticket
Leavin' a double shift at the Walmart on Gresham Road
(Life for me ain't been no crystal stair, dawg)
Still tryna keep composure
rollin' past the gas station where he owe niggas (I need some money)
F*ckin' with that parlay play you made and a nigga may spray 'bout that dough (yeah)
So, a nigga don't play by no code
Back in the day, we was told 'bout reparations, get a mule, 40 acres or so
Justifications or re-payment for the pain in yo' soul
Fast forward, f*ck patience, I ain't waitin' no more
I got to take it, paper chasin' like I'm Dre or I'm HOV
Ye with the clothes
F*ck Hulk Hogan, and f*ck Joe Rogan because it flows, you know how it goes
Need a bitch that's down with O-P-P, and down with I-P-Os
Feel like ODB, you hoes better have my Pesos
Thinkin' about them days mama said she had to pray more
'Cause feedin' seven kids, plus the mortgage got to pay more
The food from in the fridge from last night is on the table
Y'all sit down and say y'all grace because we ate so many baloney sandwiches as a child
I'd kill for one of them shits if I could have one right now
Ironic I'm havin' dope but don't promote the lifestyle
Just want my people to grow, let's make a toast to right now, get some money
Say it with me loud now
Money, money, all I need, all I want (yeah)
Take it from me, leave you stank, smell the funk (you stink, yeah)
Money, money, all they need, all they want (yeah)
Take it from me, no, you can't, no, you don't
A bunch of lil' boys and girls singing this lil' part right here
Maybe these, maybe these the words, somethin' like this, uh
Money, money, all I need, all I want (yeah)
Take it from me, leave you stank, smell the funk (you stink, yeah)
Money, money, all they need, all they want (yeah, uh-uh, uh, yeah)
Take it from me, no, you can't, no, you don't (uh, look)
Nigga, money on my mind more than half the time
They put our mask on the money so I mastermind
Don't mind the mess, I'm a mass, I ain't just rappin' rhymes
Jid really Jimmy Neutron mixin' a nuclear bomb
And, as they eyes are watchin' God, I'm tryna rise above
Poverty, philosophies, and prophecies arise
Follow me for forever, never fall too far behind
'Cause I tell my testimonies, Testaverde (sixteen) times
Uh, he was done without a dime
Youngest in the family, so come from out of crime
Came from East Atlanta, Moreland Ave to South Deshon
In his path, Twenty East was probably like the Autobahn
Better get his autograph, he gon' have Grammys and arms
'Member he was smokin' little grammies in the slums
Tryin' not to panic, couldn't imagine what was done
Father Time f*cked Mother Earth and had an Uncle Tom
Now, them crackers snatchin' black cats by they tongue
For the cheese, rats creepin' on yo' T.V. Screen, sellin' you dreams
Granny buyin' holy waters off of Joel Osteen
Rubbin' it in my brother head, say a prayer on her knees
I used to be jealous of Jared and Patrel Ahkim, even Farad
Had the new J's and new jeans on, it's what I wanted at the time
As a pre-teen, pretend I'm a star
Pretty model in a G-string, sitting on top the car
With the bottle that she drinkin', leavin' from out the bar
Scheme on the dollar, thinkin' if anybody is talkin'
Put some green on his head, he better be Marcus Smart
But, we never had a thing, so, this always in my thought
Because I ate so many baloney sandwiches as a child
I'll kill a nigga if he made one for me right now
Ironic that being broke is an expensive lifestyle
No wonder they sellin' dope from sun rose to sundown
Tryna get mo', screamin' out the window
Money, money, all I need, all I want (yeah)
Take it from me, leave you stank, smell the funk (you stink, yeah)
Money, money, all they need, all they want (yeah)
Take it from me, no, you can't, no, you don't (look)
nigga, money on my mind more than most the time
And most of my grind go to promotin' my rhymes, a nigga don't blow, I shine
I feel like Coach Prime, I throw a bomb if they ain't coach the line
And, don't socialize, the goal is to get the most dimes
before it's the end of yo' time (aw, man)
It's hard for a nigga to score
when they keep on movin' the goal line (we tryna get some money, dawg)
Now, he outside the liquor store with a lottery ticket
Leavin' a double shift at the Walmart on Gresham Road
(Life for me ain't been no crystal stair, dawg)
Still tryna keep composure
rollin' past the gas station where he owe niggas (I need some money)
F*ckin' with that parlay play you made and a nigga may spray 'bout that dough (yeah)
So, a nigga don't play by no code
Back in the day, we was told 'bout reparations, get a mule, 40 acres or so
Justifications or re-payment for the pain in yo' soul
Fast forward, f*ck patience, I ain't waitin' no more
I got to take it, paper chasin' like I'm Dre or I'm HOV
Ye with the clothes
F*ck Hulk Hogan, and f*ck Joe Rogan because it flows, you know how it goes
Need a bitch that's down with O-P-P, and down with I-P-Os
Feel like ODB, you hoes better have my Pesos
Thinkin' about them days mama said she had to pray more
'Cause feedin' seven kids, plus the mortgage got to pay more
The food from in the fridge from last night is on the table
Y'all sit down and say y'all grace because we ate so many baloney sandwiches as a child
I'd kill for one of them shits if I could have one right now
Ironic I'm havin' dope but don't promote the lifestyle
Just want my people to grow, let's make a toast to right now, get some money
Say it with me loud now
Money, money, all I need, all I want (yeah)
Take it from me, leave you stank, smell the funk (you stink, yeah)
Money, money, all they need, all they want (yeah)
Take it from me, no, you can't, no, you don't
Writer: Destin Route, Christopher Frederick Tyson, Paul Coleman
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Copyright: Lyrics © RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC