Rick Ross - Money Maker lyrics

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Rick Ross - Money Maker lyrics

[Hook:] It Dont Make Sense, If It Dont Make That Money It Dont It Dont Make Sense If It Dont Make That Money I'mma Take That Money, I'mma Take That I'mma Imma Take That Money, I'mma Take That I'mma Imma [2X] [Verse 1:] f** A Judge Prosecutor f** A Judge Prosecutor f** A Judge f** A Judge f** A Judge Prosecutor And The District Attorney Where Im For Ah Couple Kilos Ere Thing Gettin Murder Its Survival Of Fittest All These Young n***as k**ing Slidin Ina New Chargers When They Pull Up They Hittin I Got Kilo God Gave Ya Life but We Can Repo Slidin Day And Night With My People Red Lazer On My Tazer And The Home Invasion It Ain't No mother f**in Grazin Head Shot Head Shots Seen Them 26's So She Gave Me Headshots It Ain't About Money It Ain't About sh** Momma Made That Money n***a Cause It Only Make Sense [Hook:] [Verse 2] Where That Blue Gotti Driver? Where That Big Booty Diver? Where That Rocky Roller Rocka? Where That New Body Slider? Where Yo New Body Benz? Show Me Yo Re Up n***a Twice Ah Week Im At The Jeweler Tryna Re Up n***a Got My Money Up, I Got My Fitted Low You Got The 45 Thats At 1054 Im In The 57 Sittin On 26's You Need Ah 36 Just Hit Ah n***a Digits I Gotta 7 Tray Got Over 80 In It It Got A Cooling System Youll Think Mercedes Did It So Where Yo New Body Benz? Show Me Yo Re Up n***a Def Jam 5 Mil And Time To Re Up n***aaha [Hook:]