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letra de money, money, money - madic

[verse 1]
ugh, wake up in the morning, work hard for the cake ’till i’m yawing
we grind ’till the mind fried so i wind my behind to the bar heading straight for the awning
get a shot of the whiskey, more shots ’till i’m constantly p-ssing
just bought eighth off of dave so i’m praying the pigs don’t stop me to frisk me
i been feeling frisky, tryna get my girl to stay for the week
but we both got wages we need, gotta slave for green, wanna rake in the cheese
so basically, what’s straight laced when you craving to breath, got a case of the heebie-jeebies
dreaming of freedom when seeing me lacking what basic i need to make it indeed
been hustling, rum guzzling late night i’m up again
last night i got no sleep, i had no weed, yeah i ran out of bud again
my funds been funneled in to studio time and my schedule punishing
nine to five at a desk mind numbing then straight to the set so i’m up with the sun again
sh-t, bill fumbling, i’m looking for that one again that due in a day
well there go my dough for a new mpk, gotta lair and a lab that could use a new facelift
what a b-tch, i been greazy and grimy, this season of grinding ain’t easy i’m sliding
back to old my ways drinking and smoking, putting pencils in motion

[chorus]
(money, money, money)
cash run everything around me
(money, money, money)
rat race for the bread and the bounty
(money, money, money)
fast pace or you dead in your county cause
(it’s a rich man’s world)
everybody mobbing and robbing for
(money, money, money)
cash run everything around me
(money, money, money)
rat race for the bread and the bounty
(money, money, money)
mask face with the lead in the audi when
(it’s a rich man’s world)
pitchfork at your door with a swarm of a thousand

[verse 2]
we been cursed to traverse on the earth with a purse cause money keep the world in motion
it’s a roller coaster to coast through the smoke of commotion and earn your hopes and
dreams so the team got schemes for the cream for the green for the whole encroachment
they don’t want you win so you playing yourself, kool-aid with the swirled in potions
the men in suits got in for you, tryna get your loot
it’s a infinite loop that we get in to, gotta split your food or you get the boot
subliminal visuals get you too when you hit the tube, its they mission to
i’m wishing to unplug from the sc-m of the drug, but f-ck it’s a risky move
so what we gon’ do bout that, our home full of roaches, sewer rats
goons in the blue they carousing strapped, who gon’ snap, they beat you till you oozing jack
who’s in back, who’s behind bars, or better yet who’s not, who is in charge?
who moving with arms, cause it ain’t us, rebels with a cause with a pen and paintbrush
i can’t hush, no, i’m screaming out, i don’t beat around the bush or go the scenic route
i done seen a lot of stuff i wanna weep and shout, but you gotta keep up your head or they weed you out
dreaming that the evil out, motherf-ck reagan get the demons out
tell the world of the schemes you found and they stick you a cell with a cement couch, ugh

- madic

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