Masta Ace - Rollin' lyrics

[Saukrates] Ha, ha Rollin', rollin', rollin' Ha, ha Rollin' Rollin', rollin', rollin' [Hook - Saukrates] Money makes the world go round So watch a n***a Rollin', rollin', rollin' Money makes the world go round So watch a n***a Rollin', rollin', rollin' [Masta Ace] Yo, yo, I makes green backs of mean tracks It seems that life ain't nuttin 'but phat cars And cream stacked two stories high I wouldn't wanna die, po broke and lonely No joke I'm only a hop jump and skip from 30 Gotta get my hands dirty If I wanna see cash thats gon last I hit you wit a blast, straight from the heart Yo where's the math, gotta go for broke without a cast Ain't sh** changed but nickels and dimes to G notes We floats in flush rides and crush prides and jack fakers Crack makers never left the, neighbourhood Cash rules everything except me That's what cream mean, it don't rule the mind On valentines day n***a, you still couldn't find The heart to try to step to, f** wit Mess wit, your desperate, stop bullsh**tin' n***a and lets get All this dough like Pillsbury and I still bury Wack rappers, in 96 kid I feel very confident its my year too And my tongue will tear you Keep rollin' in dough and son I hear you [Hook] [Saukrates] (Make money) the slogan of ghetto dwellers in such (Take money) the phrase of an organized bank rush Sittin on top of the dome like Al Capone Interceptin' drug carriers and taking they home Popularity can make you a buck but n***a that sh** is luck Solidify, your cash you're the biggest guy Got tooken out, the b**h caught a disease Called the plague Saukrates, now who's got the g's Desperado, get away cars hittin' the throttle Pinchin' diamonds the size of the lotto Any kind of hesitation 25 ta life you get Come out, kickin' Carlito cuz you can't resist In your world wife and kids become the minority Cause yens, franks, marks and dollars are priority On stage frontin' as if the mic makes all your cream But Father Time paid off the sandman and saw your dream n***a quit it, you in it for the cash admit it Cuz I did it, and never gave a f** for rap critics Realize Corleone style, I know some n***as desperate They'd sell they mother for a seven digit figure Dont you get it... [Hook] [O.C.] Yo Sauk, yo Ace, what's up wit money over there Whippin' on the street like he just don't care He's flambouyant see annoying Ignant n***a figure he gonna be rollin' all his life Being the big bad bull motherf**er, what! Sellin' d**, you ain't nuttin' but a s**a, uh Can't free mold your mind mad mushy, intelligents all fuzzy Get shot street n***a forgot who was he Hit it to put things in perspective Do right, don't defy laws of life and be deceased or arrested Mastermind desgined you had thru a science giver Mad man dreams of a major alliance Your world revolved around gold, cars and diamonds s*uts and scars , draggin behind bars still The wake up call, face off the jail bully Takin' your manhood, as thought you had a p**y Come home seen your man, now the lies arise Tellin' your man you was fightin n***as twice your size Your conscious is feelin' it, sippin' a brew Two ways you got screwed, by the system and a stiff one Mental swollen and your manhood stolen Wrecked and got dugout for the price of rollin' [Hook X2]