Too $hort (too Short) - Money Motivated lyrics

[Hook] I'm money motivated, I'm all about my bread All the hoe a** n***as hate it They wish that I was dead I'm money motivated, I'm all about my bread All the hoe a** n***as hate it They wish that I was dead Now I done did some good things and bad things with my life But the good things outweight the bad things Flipped the coin and I rolled the f**ing dice Forgive me god for serving dope fiends I just set back in my life, I was low in my ends But guess what, god reached out and touched me again The dope game up, start doing what I do best Beside hustling and s**, rapping was the next I knew I was it, I knew I can spit More family more fetty than selling them bricks, plus it's legit I'm sharp like machete, my Chevy is heavy, watch me dip If you stay ready, ain't gotta get ready, extended clip Dig this, like a devil and anthrophology Seeing other n***as get money, inspires me I'm not a hater, I'm a money motivator If you can't beat em, join em We can all get paid [Hook] We grew up on too short, selling dope on the corner, smoking newports Tryina stack cause you dreaming, og's know exaclty what I mean, we ain't seen em It's a blessing if you still around, ain't gotta sell coke, we still getting down A real hustler, always gets dope And broke n***as don't always be broke You better sit where you fit You gettin away, you get hit with a clip f** around and get sent to the pen So much time we never see him again I'm out here on one, been grinding for years, I got a long run And all the f**s that gave up, f** them Cause this is what I am [Hook] I ain't got no time for no haters I'm just out here on the grind getting paper I ain't got no time for no haters I'm just out here on the grind getting paper In and out of the traffic, commute If it ain't about no loot, then it's minute You can catch me in a hoodie or in a suit I might be in a Sedan or a coupe I got a question to ask the government, why? There's more youngsters in juvy than it is in junior high I got a suggestion for my brethren, try Work now, rest when you die The truth is amazing, we all out here acting like we crazy Brain wash tryina k** each other Get together, we can make a million dollars Would you k** a n***a cause you know you part of Or get money like short dawg and 40 Boy you wanna get in the streets and make the grip Just look in the mirror and say this [Hook] I ain't got no time for no haters I'm just out here on the grind getting paper I ain't got no time for no haters I'm just out here on the grind getting paper