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Little Hand says it's time to rock and roll Here comes the money Here we go Money talks Here comes the money, money, money, money, money Dollar, dollar, dollar Big dollar bills they already spent though Priced and gone up on everybody's rent, so I can't complain I could vent though If it don't make dollars and it don't make cents, bro Big dollar bills they already spent though Priced and gone up on everybody's rent, so I can't complain I could vent though If it don't make dollars and it don't make cents, bro Prices going up, but my check don't woke up today So I'm blessed though Feeling a little stressed Trying to pay the rent though Taxes going up like pedophiles on jets though Got me outside siphoning some petro Trade my ride in just to catch the metro God will provide You Gotta cast a net though Everybody struggles Why do you think it's special One of the hardest things in life is to let go People lying on me and they making threats though Hop off these nuts I appreciate the press though I Clean up nice You could say I'm fabuloso Up all night Think I'm popping no-dos Hopped off a long flight Wasn't flying coach though Sipping dirty Sprite Now my life's in slow-mo Tell you about my goals and how I'm gonna get more Big dollar bills they already spent though Priced and gone up on everybody's rent, so I can't complain I could vent though If it don't make dollars and it don't make cents, bro Big dollar bills they already spent though Priced and gone up on everybody's rent, so I can't complain I could vent though If it don't make dollars and it don't make cents, bro Been a long ride I don't wanna rest though Feeling alright I just came to flex, bro If you wanna chop it up, come correct, yo I'm a nice guy, but it's all about respect though If I got a problem, come and put your neck so Who's up next I'm waiting on the drum roll Turn this party up like a drunk uncle Smell like a million bucks I still bring the funk though Said it was a bus's girlfriend in the front row Do my own stunts I'll show you how to stunt though Don't give a fuck This ain't what you want, bro Don't press your luck We came for some fun though Let me know if you need tickets to the gun show It's up to midnight Who's this Calling my phone? Hello Yo, who's this Oh it's the money calling I gotta go get more Big dollar bills they already spent though Priced and going up on everybody's rent so I can't complain I could vent though If it don't make dollars, then it don't make sense, bro Big dollar bills they already spent though Priced and going up on everybody's rent so I can't complain I could vent though If it don't make dollars, then it don't make sense, bro Big dollar bills they already spent though
Writer(s): Robert Mcandrew Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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