Money Talks

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The money talks, and everything's about money, without a question

So if you're not holdin' it, get to steppin'

'Cause nowadays it's hard with no money to stay alive

Some people might do anything, it goes with the will to survive

But just as long as your pockets are full of dough, it's all good

And that's the way it is inside the hood

My mind is on my money, yo, and I don't have a second to waste

I'm workin' hard tryna save and fill up my safe

Before I die, I want a mansion and a Lamborghini

A bank account so fat that Donald Trump would wanna be me

I got my mind made up, and nothing's gonna change how I feel

Cause ooh-wee, I love money

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Yo, life ain't nothin' but snitches and dough

Ain't got no love for a snitch, but I love me some cash flow

I like to keep my pockets swollen (Uh)

My bank account stack real fat, and my little stash pot holdin'

'Cause yo, I'm all about ends (Yeah)

'Cause when I had no ends, I had no friends or no type of skins

With no dollars I had to strive, I even tried (What?)

To go out and get me a 9 to 5

But now a brother got grands and peoples be like fams

"Ayo, BK, yeah, that's my man"

I guess that's how that shit goes (A'ight?)

But from the nine on I'ma let you know, yo, I'm gettin' money

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They say that M-O-N-E-Y's the root of all evil, but I can't tell

I know this brother now that's livin' swell (Uh)

He's got the finest women in the world you ever saw

Ridin' all on is **** and damn near knockin' down his door

I guess that goes along with havin' dough, and yo, it's funny

'Cause no one never knew my man until he had some money

But now he drives a Lexus and he's got more bacon than Michael Jordan

So people treat him like he's important

And it's good to see that, 'cause I believe that

A person gettin' loot should get the props he deserves without feedback

But dig, be smart about the way you choose to use it

And spend your money wisely, or you could lose it

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Yeah, Double X back in the house gettin' G-money, you know what I'm sharin'?

I'm Sugar Ray, and I wanna say peace to my strong peoples, the coalition out there in Killtown

And we out