Story Behind The Song

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Song Description

The love of music, and the need for money

Lyrics

Chorus
People, can you feel me, I want my money touchin the ceiling
So we make that music, that make you move girl
Yes that good music for the whole world, man
Verse 1
In this world that we livin in yall, its bout ya scratch
Me with no money that?s what I call a mismatch
And I know a lot of folks that feel the same
In the pursuit of paper might do damn near anything
Best believe that money is the root of wrong
Folks run up in ya headquarters take everything you own
Dressed down in black pants and black shirt
Open ya door ya furniture gone ya heart hurt
I got a dream to see the cream glisten and gleam
Yall gonna see my face up in them hip hop magazines
Limousine rimmed up tinted down
Blowin smoke out the window while we on tour through ya town
Some people lazy, I think they crazy cause they waitin
For handous from other people like that you gets nathin
I got a bank account I want it swole
Plan to be a millionaire before im thirty years old
Got plenty of sense, in addition to skills
Review with a lawyer before I ink a record deal
Don?t believe in no magic forget some hocus pocus
My daddy told me find ya goal and then keep focus
Learn some in the street, learn some in the school
Im tryin to flip my forty acres, fatten up my mule
Get ya green get ya green get ya green
Chorus
Verse 2
Man it?s a lot of things I want and so many things that I need
And most of these things partner you cant get without that cheese
Two degrees I turn my head just to see the next man
This playa right beside me with the cash in his hands
A hundred bucks right now would make me feel like a hundred grand
So im diggin on the grind finding treasure in the sand
I cant stay broke, shit, something got to give
And I learned this when I learned the phrase get it how you live
Im livin hard so I get it hard, just to fill my pockets
Shootin words up out my mouth like 4th of July sky rockets
Open your mouth and im gon sock it just to show you what I mean
That when a playa need that cash he need that mean green
Super clean in a ride that I only saw up in my dreams
Gglitter gleamin side to side, back seat fulla cheese
Payin fees and lockin it down with a partner I can trust
In hopes of leavin these broke days dead up in the dust
Chorus
Verse 3
Checkitout I gotta get paid, period, point blank
Collect my check im up headed for the bank
They say that money aint a thing well hold up I cant tell
I bet its gon be a thing when I leave here headed for taco bell
My money kinda funny I?ll tell you cause it aint no shame
But its tight we gon get right and all that there gon change
On tha real, yall gon see B, unless the Lord he call me first
In a big body rimmed up my boys ridin out like skiiiiiirk
Wit a wallet full of money cheesin like im smoked out
And I probably will be on the way to my folks new house
Somewhere up in the hills my momma aint worried bout no bills
Cause her baby boy don did it clocked himself some mils
Its gon be a beautiful thing cause nobody never thought
that me and PJ?d be droppin hits like Too Short
straight up out the dirty south, dead up in the middle
ballin like a muthafuckin close up dunk on double dribble
broads didn?t pay me no mind back in the day when I had to walk
but now they wanna conversate cause you know that that money talk
chorus
verse4
money moolah cash chedda cheese
whatever you wanna call it playa that?s what I need
havin thangs and doin thangsl, it come with so much ease
when a playa lace his pockets with them big thick g?s
big thick women knees, they spread just to please
all the p-I-m-p?s with the e-n-d?s
I need money why it stay on my mind
I need money so it keep me on the grind
I need money playa its so hard to find
That is until these bama boys get on that shine
So getcha green getcha green nigga getcha green
I don?t wanna hear about it unless you getting me my green
Chorus
Fade