Bone Thugs-n-harmony - Money, Money lyrics

All my life, all my life, all my life I ain't, never had nothing Thangs can get rough, when you live in the ghetto You gotta survive, no matter the pain n***a be hurting, life'll be hurting But n***a for certain, this is the game Man don't let them win, never let the system think they got you If you relentless they can't stop you let 'em hang, they gone watch you Yeah, we the enemies of the world, won't let no territories homie You got to get up, get out and get something, that's what they told me Back in the days didn't have a pot to piss, went to throw it at 'em Now I'm balling doing my damn thang, laughing at them dollas Holla, holla, if you hear me shorty, I'ma live everyday Like it's my last, only the winner gone get the glory What you thought, I play for keeps Put it down wicked in these streets Heavily armored with the heat Just in case a n***a want some beef Being broke I know the feeling, that's why I'm paper chasing this cash Better be smart and keep a stash, never know how long it's gone last You do the math, hustling n***as multiply like mountains Bone Thugs, Little Layzie 30 million and counting, come on Money, money, the mighty dolla, dolla Got to get my grind on, grind on, grind on I don't wanna be broke no more Money, money, the mighty dolla, dolla Got to get my grind on, grind on, grind on I don't wanna be broke no more You ain't worthy, none of you n***as could stop me And none of you n***as could hurt me If worse come to worse, I'ma get down and dirty Though the Ouija can't curse me, NWA Eazy E, that's the n***a that birthed me, hey Thug style motherf**er, live forget ends I'd never testify, Satan can't divide my piers No weakness inside my fears Drop tears, for n***as that died I'm gonna safe divide, mind gone And I think I'm running out of time The goddamn baby's daddy And I'm gonna damned to hell, if I don't abide And that's why I yell, B E N Z we ride Straight to the corner, down to the side In the B E N Z we Roll around the corner with the, F O R T S C V and a n***a can't f** with me Not even the devil with B O N E T H U G, spell it motherf**er Money, money, the mighty dolla, dolla Got to get my grind on, grind on, grind on I don't wanna be broke no more Money, money, the mighty dolla, dolla Got to get my grind on, grind on, grind on I don't wanna be broke no more Scandalous, straight up out of the hood type n***a Stick ups, robberies, do we did gives a f** n***a See all ways to money so we mashing, we dashing Get paid around parting give me twist a thug and I get up, in that a** I'm here to get that money keep it coming, show me love We made this, gotta get mine wanna slip, it's about mine It's harder to get, I'm serious not playing that's the pay wits The streets have come back, real fast on that a** feel me 'Cause I don't wanna be broke no more Standing in front of the liquor store, with rocks no more 'Cause my man, never had nothing to done that It's like reversing time on my mind, I can't go back, f** that Money, money, the mighty dolla, dolla Got to get my grind on, grind on, grind on And I don't wanna be broke no more Money, money, the mighty dolla, dolla Got to get my grind on, grind on, grind on I don't wanna be broke no more I came up a n***a that never had nothing but hard times I was always grinding and talking up out of the hood Into the bullsh**, but I'm surviving I got to get me some money man, put it down for the General A n***a'd rob your a**, if I caught a n***a flossing cash What it was four n***as and we punk n***as But you no n***as got us scared, a couple more green To get up for everything reach the scene, clean And we was the n***as that stood on the block With a couple of rocks and a glock with the cops Can't nobody have the nuts to say our name They call me the Dummy Man I'm sell him a fat twenty piece and then I reach for the bomb 'Cause the things they get awfully man Wanna see what I put them sh** come Took 'em for they last dollar, holla Man I ain't giving a f** it's do or die So get on the ground, lay it down Give me some money my n***a, pow I ain't waiting I need it now Ain't too much changed I'm still on the grind in deuce double O deuce I'm just a little more serious 'Bout my reefer and my dough Show me the money Money, money, the mighty dolla, dolla Got to get my grind on, grind on, grind on I don't wanna be broke no more Money, money, the mighty dolla, dolla Got to get my grind on, grind on, grind on I don't wanna be broke no more Let me hear you say make money, money Make money, money, make it Let me hear you say take money, money Take money, money, take it Let me hear you say make money, money Make money, money, make it Let me hear you say take money, money Take money, money, take it Take it Dolla bill y'all, that dolla bill y'all I gotta, gotta, gotta have that dolla bill y'all Dolla bill y'all, that dolla bill y'all I gotta, gotta, gotta have that dolla bill y'all