If You Want This Money lyrics

Artist  : Puff Daddy 
Song : If You Want This Money
 


You are now entering a Bad Boy zone
(3x)
Yeah!

[Morock]
This is for the
niggas who ain't got shit to love
I cripple
thugs, just because
You not Jada but you
could, kiss the slugs
Until your place hit
up
Rap niggas in the studio, wasting
bucks
You're better off making sure papi know
your name well
Guess who ghostwrite for me, my
brain sails/sells
Now believe it, better place
checks
Bad Boy, big things nigga,
HF

[Classy Freddie Blassy]
I put it
down for mine, my crew live a life of
crime
Constantly non-stop, when they on the
climb
And BK, no such thing, it's dark
The
sun go down, the tool start to spark
Outline
in chalk, moms lift the part
Cases handle in
the street, motherfuck the court
Shouldn't
talk the talk, you can't walk the walk
It's
The Hoodfellaz, what the fuck y'all
thought?

[G. Dep - Chorus]
Now if you
want this money baby
Then I guess you in the
right place
And if your mind ain't right
sugar
Then you need to get up outta my
face
So what's the deal?
Cant' ya see how a
nigga feel?
And let me know if you gon' ride
tonight
Cause this paper we makin' is real,
all day

[Verse]
It's like that y'all
(that y'all)
Don't get it twisted with the rap
y'all (rap y'all)
Still walk around with the
gat y'all (gat y'all)
Don't make me have to
point it at y'all (at y'all)
And clap y'all
(clap y'all)
That's how I see things
goin'
Chains showin', rings glowin', Range
Rovin'
And my nigga push ki's like
Beethoven
It's gonna stay like that till the
pearly gates open

[P. Diddy]
And here
we go {overlaps Verse's last line}
Aiyyo,
let's get it where it needs to be
Tuned in to
the, P-the-D, please believe
I told y'all it's
on for life
The only bars I ever be behind is
the one's I co-write
Hold it down, hold the
crown
What I gotta brag for? Y'all should know
by now
Cats talk this and that, so we rip the
track
This a fact, it's a wrap,
uh!

(Chorus)

[G. Dep]
Yo,
yo
Niggas mad at the fact we bad
Man I
won't stop like a New York taxicab
If your
shit wack, we burn
If you got beef, we come
back like a tax return
We get money, hold
money, no quotas
We gon' fuck around and do
this murder, no motive
Aiyyo, I burn
more
Wait till I drop it, then you can learn
more (Why?)
Cause you a turn-off

[Poppa
Sims]
Numb in my veins
And bought enough to
numbin' the brain
Lovin' the brain, let a slob
till it's come and arrange
Strollin' the
block, honey holdin' the glock
1-9, come on
baby, it's crunch time
In a truck blue,
yellin' my fuck you's
Doin' a buck-2, circle
hoods like Doug Ghouls
Huggin' the piece, ha
ha, Sim is the word on the street
Come on, I
can make dessert outta beef

(Chorus - till
fade)