k**er Mike - Getting To The Money lyrics

[Hook: Cory Mo] My next move gotta be my best move On the cool, I'm coming through make room I'm getting to the money So if you see me in the streets on my hustle game homie Take note, cause I'm getting to the money And I ain't looking for no new friends All I'm looking for is my ends Pimpin', I'm getting to the money Nothing but them big face hundreds What you trying to do I have done b**h, I'm getting to the money [Verse 1: Cory Mo] Never take it personal, pimping is all business My mind on my grind, the women is off limits Trying to make a dollar out of dimes and some pennies I don't want to hear about it if I don't make a percentage Money make the world go ‘round, it's not a game I been a lot of places, man I seen a lot of things I smoked a lot of dro and poured a whole lot of drink You say you never see me, that's ‘cause I be at the bank You got to have more than one hustle just to survive Don't do business with them if they don't look you in the eyes So-called friends could be enemies in disguise Men lie, women lie, numbers never lie, n***a [Hook] [Verse 2: Talib Kweli] When I hear you say that money is the root of all evil I don't believe you cause the profit gotta get to the people Yo, f** the ego Best believe that we don't need to be broke It ain't our job to be poor Ain't nothing wrong with wanting more It's so dangerous to think that coming up is a sin That's a design to keep you in conditions you living in Based on they skin some people getting privileges and perks They waiting on a trust fund so they don't got to work They say it's easier, for a camel to get through the eye of a needle Than the rich man to get into heaven, that apply to the greediest You immediately hang yourself Nothing will change until you start to make the change yourself Come on [Hook] [Verse 3: k**er Mike] The money, the moolah, the guapa, the cheddar, the dough They say your purpose worthless unless you getting more, so I suggest you get off your behind and on the grizzind They say that time is money so I can't be giving tizzime To any little honey trying to waste a n***a money She say the p**y priceless and I say “ha ha, you funny” But you ain't gotta a car baby and you ain't got a house I guess the p**y priceless but you renting out the mouth And you done let these lame n***as run a high tab And you ain't got no money to leave here or catch a cab So baby I suggest You price a little less But I don't buy no p**y, here's a rack show some breasts [Hook]