Willie Dynamite - Root of Evil lyrics

[Intro: DirtBag] Wawaaa! Kevin, heada** Pool Squad Money Gang, n***a! Heada** [Verse 1: Willie Dynamite] Money, money, money be the root of all evil Yes I want more, that's that make a n***a evil Gots to get mine for a line ain't no sequel Whoever said I'm not going to be the one, be nonbelievers Believe us, I'm a rapping genius Jesus, whatever Still no man better Run through your whole crew like Jerome Bettis Break sound barriers I don't lick the himmy Tolking on the loud got me feeling like Timmy And I'm wild with the foul style Totes to pound around like here I go again My plug put me on the mound in the ninth inning Buzz about to go down Straight up pitching No wonder why you're b**h mad cause you're not me It is what it is n***a let that sh** live Four four right up at your crib Until infinity forever we live n***a [Hook: DirtBag & Willie Dynamite] Money, money, money make the world go 'round If you ain't talking chips, sit your b**h a** down Sit your b**h a** down If you ain't talking chips, sit your b**h a** down b**h a** down, n***a Sit your b**h a** down [Break] I dedicate this one right here to all my homies Out there grinding, Y'know what I'm saying Legally and illegally [Verse 2: Willie Dynamite] Dynamite, n***a Who pack the fat stacks subliminally drug dealers Shh, that's that low doe Get it, that's that low dough Like cholos, my migos A peephole n***as over a kilo So watch out Might hit your church and walk around with my co*k out, whoa You didn't know though I'm loco, you Doritos Locos That's kind of funny cause these n***as mad crunchy, flaky Lames knocking me on my momma, boy you're crazy It's P-S to the mother f**ing daily Whip in that eighty-four Frank's got the nine Hit them ninety-three times in the spine if he chime about mine Wake up on time if it's about a dollar sign I'm on and I'm Houston's finest You rewind this Pool Squad's behind this, n***a