It’s the money lyrics

Artist  : Youngbloodz 
Song : It’s the money
 
Hook

Now it’s the money, that make this here world
round’
And it’s the money, that make you wanna lay
niggas down
And it’s the money, that make you and your best
buddy fight
But when you ain’t got shit, everything is tight
Cause it’s the money, that make you wanna flex
for them hoes
And it’s the money, thats keepin’ your nose full
of that blow
And it’s the money, that make you think that you
bulletproof
But niggas ’ll do what it takes, just to come up
on loot

I came in this thang, a little short on change
All I had was a dime, couple rhymes, and my name
Tryin’ to get in where I fit, stuck in this red
dirt
Plannin’ a way to get this money, but I can’t get
no work
See some niggas live, and some niggas die
I was hip to the game, can’t let no time fly by
And though it’s the money, that make you wanna
shine
But believe it’s the money, that make you want
mine
Now nigga for real, got to pay them bills
Money got you fucked up, lay em’ down for his
But homeboy still, you ain’t even came up
The same way you got it, see your ass gonna get
stuck
Thats tought from me, straight from a young buck
If your shoes ain’t tied, then you bound to trip
up
This money here, is a dangerous weapon, never get
attached
You’d better count your blessin’s nigga

Hook

Uh, ever since them first red and black jordans
Till’ when you couldn’t get nothin’
For that little girl that you were courtin’
And done always been bout’ how much paper you
got
That money can get you a little twat, if you
ain’t gettin’ off your rock
That money can make you, or break you
Them police shake you, cause your ridin’ big-boy
six hundred
Like a nigga ain’t supposed to have nuttin’,
thats worth a lil’ somethin’
The reason niggas gettin’ chickens in and kickin’
in doors
Flippin’ jags and burbans, living life dirty
You gotta get it in, the only way you know how
Whether you click-click-pow or you delivering
flowers
Let the bullet rain showers on the nigga who you
know got that flow
Then took his ass straight out the door, for a
few g’s
A couple of oz’s, and now you broke next week
Them little green court papers’ll get you caught
up in capers
Gone sour, money got niggas dying by the hour

Hook

Now is it me, or is it that you can’t take it
like a man
And stand in these streets and hold your own like
a man
And man, ain’t it sad, that your man hud (hid)
and ran
From the time you started talkin’ that shit, just
like a man
So do what you can, cause see you lookin’ kinda
shawt’
Cause indeed you gone bleed on your knees, for
now you’ve lost
In this maze, tryin’ to find another way, just to
escape all them filthy ways
So shake it off, and shake it loose, just as I’ve
come to say
This ain’t no dream, as you gleam, just as you
cross between
Them foolish things, for that ol’ green, got you
seein’ things
So what you mean, it’s the money that got you in
this thang
From gettin’ squirreled for a buck out in this
world

Hook