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It’s Rich Homie nigga You know the voice nigga Make that money make make that money lyrics yo speakers up man. Ya feel me I need all my sexy bitches, to get that mothafuckin money! Dat right too! Got a penthouse sitting by the lake Don’t let my shrunk to the sea Got the trap house beating like they They trying to slide on a young nigga safe Fucking four hoes feeling like a pimp That’s a dip when I walk not a limp That’s a forty hanging off my hip Fuck around get shot, y’all niggas ain’t real I’m just trynna get some money Make that money, Make that money, Make that money I’m just trynna get some money Take that money, Take that money, Take that money I’m just trynna get some money Whole lotta money, Whole lotta money, Whole lotta money I’m just trynna get some money Work for this money, Work for this money, Work for this money baby! Spent on shoes last week, bought just two pair I’m in the big boy Presidential Suite, bet you can’t guess who there? And I got like 4 or 5 freaks said molly and they said make that money make make that money lyrics yeah Cuz a bitch’ll do anything for me with my finger and she said go. I won that game, nigga you loss Buckin’ on two cops Stay down from the bottom young nigga Now I’m standing on the rooftop Got money in the shoebox Never flex what you got Fuck around get you shot I got two Glocks It’s me against the world, nigga feeling like 2Pac Who hot? Nigga, you not I needa more space, got 2 spots And I don’t give a fuck who you are And I got 4 doors, 2 cars And I’m doing more shows than you thought And I’m on that road, getting money Sold out shows, for Rich Homie Nigga, ask your ho, she know me She was at my!

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Lyrics submitted by SongMeanings. Log in now to tell us what you think this song means. Create an account with SongMeanings to post comments, submit lyrics, and more. Log in. Mixtapes Forums Lyrics Artists add Journals. Artists — E. E — Gotta Make That Money. Read More Edit Wiki. Yeah, give it to me Yeah Yeah, yeah No, no, no, no Seems like every night right before I go to sleep I say a little prayer to the Lord that he keep me I used to be the kind of nigga that didn’t give a fuck about nobody The slightest little thing would make me mad Especially if it involved my money And I can’t tell you ’bout the next man But I love pullin’ up in big sedans Wit’ all my niggas in a caravan Holla if ya hear me Now I’d love to break ya, bring ya down And take you back again But that would take too much time And I gotta hit the streets again And even if the sun don’t shine, I’ll still be hustlin’ Gotta get that money, make that money Keep it comin’ if it takes all night, can’t be strugglin’ Somebody, come help me Can ya tell me why is slangin’ always on my mind? Must be buggin’ I guess they figured I would quit and they could get me If they tapped my line Don’t mean nothin’ I’ll still be hustlin’ Sometimes I’m suited up Sometimes I’m bummy, lookin’ like a crook Hair all nappy and wild We call it the full nuk Mashin’, mobbin’, and thrashin’ Woopers, horns, and tweeters blastin’ Throbbin’, hoggin’, and doggin’ Godzilla ballin’ When it’s money callin’ War-rank Just ride your runners, fool Be ’bout your bank Sittin’ fat like? All about my money, duffel bags full of scratch Artillery fire, arms, and gats Reep my mill, cap my feddy, get my bread? Never had to stop, enemies on the block, they knew it they knew it As far as I was concerned,? TQ and E Fonzarelli a. Gotta Make That Money song meanings. Add your thoughts No Comments. No Comments.

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Lewis Lyrics Terms of Use. Now, this is my job, I will not quit it Pulled me out the depths when I thought that I was finished Yeah I questioned if I could go the distance That’s just the work, regardless of who’s listening, listening Listen, see I was meant to be a warrior Fight something amongst me, leave here victorious Classroom of kids, or a venue performing If I’d had done for the money I’d have been a fucking lawyer Concrete, vagabond, van telling stories Humbled by the road, I’m realizing I’m not important See life’s a beautiful struggle, I record it Hope it helps you maneuvering through yours and That’s why we stay in the lab at night I’ve been staring into this pad for over half my life A true artist won’t be satisfied So I guess that’s the sacrifice And I say Make the money, don’t let the money make you Change the game, don’t let the game change you I’ll forever remain faithful All my people stay true I say Make the money, don’t let the money make you Change the game, don’t let the game change you I’ll forever remain faithful All my people stay true. Forget about the fame, fortune and the mansion Sitting and tripping watching myself on a plasma Yeah, I start slipping when I’m thinking about that stuff Ego won’t swole until the karma catches that up, that up I’m my grandma’s number one grandson I lost myself to remember who that was We start thinking about some kicks, a necklace What I really need is a job off craig’s list Take away the dot com, name, love See, you keep the issues but you take away the drugs And I had to find out who I really was Who I really wasn’t So sick of who I was becoming Yeah, tired of running Time to look at the man in the mirror until I can learn to love him. Make the money, don’t let the money make you Change the game, don’t let the game change you I’ll forever remain faithful All my people stay true I said Of course I want dubs and a candy painted ‘lac Watch the videos and get the girls in the back But if that’s what I believe in, and the reason that I rap Uncle Sam is my pimp when he puts me on the track. Make the money, don’t let the money make you Change the game, don’t let the game change you I’ll forever remain faithful Stay true, stay true And I said Make the money, don’t let the money make you Change the game, don’t let the game change you I’ll forever remain faithful Stay true, stay true, stay true. Forget about the fame I said forget about the fame I’ll forever remain faithful Stay true, stay true, stay true.

When I was a boy I never played with toys Never had a friend Never laughed or cried much And when I was a boy My father was a man With a strict and sturdy hand No soft touch Make that money, make that money Make that money run like honey On your tongue Gotta make that money Make that money, listen sonny Learn to sting before your stung Now that I’m a man Every penny has been planned I’m financially grand And perfectly greedy Sentimental fools I make all your rules I’ve got your cash, got your jewels They’re all mortgaged to me Make that money, make that money Make that money run like honey On your tongue Gotta make that money Make that money, listen sonny Learn to sting before your stung And I know ‘Cause he told me so Told me so I believe him I still believe Give me that money Controlling all your cash I could make you live in trash I eat pheasant, you eat hash No philanthropy But when it’s time for me to croak Bury me with all my dough And where there should’ve been an oak My private money tree will grow Make that money Said make that money Make that money run like honey On your tongue Told me so Told me so He told me so.

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