Uncle Murda - Money Man lyrics

They used to call me uncle murda Now it’s the money man, I get paper The next day I walk round, with like 30 grand You know I like the paper, on the most off And my old G told me, that’s not how it goes, dog (Verse) Boy you better stack your paper, when the feds come You gonn need a good lawyer and money for bail, son Them b**hes ain’t gonn be there for you When it’s f**ed up They rockin with your dear homie Cause you they come up So a n***a smarten up, I started listenin Stop drinking all the most and start pimpin in I don’t pay they rent no more, that done been my sh** They the reason I’m at the louie store, buying fly sh** sponsored links (Hook) I be high all day homie, off that loud pack So I don’t hear the lames who be hating on me I be getting money, main Man I’m getting money I be high all day homie, off that loud pack So I don’t hear the lames who be hating on me I be getting money, main Man I’m get money (Verse) They used to call me lil homie Now it’s big dog, I was nickle and a diamond Now I get rick soft They once call me number 2, cause I’m the sh** dawg Don’t make me number one, y’all don’t wanna see me pissed off I don’t know who to trust, n***as is shady b**h I had a called more, that is not my baby I make it rain tonight, let’s do a backflip For my hard earned money b**hes gotta do bad tricks Talking bout that threesome, I did a foursome They treat me like I’m a king, it felt awesome they might be the effort but he gave me back nada Soft vale layin about pipin his baby mama (Hook) x2 I be high all day homie, off that loud pack So I don’t hear the lames who be hating on me I be getting money, main Man I’m getting money I be high all day homie, off that loud pack So I don’t hear the lames who be hating on me I be getting money, main Man I’m get money