letra de money pt. 2 - paul wall
[verse 1: paul wall]
if it ain’t money, then f-ck what you talking ’bout
no sleep, real hustlers know what i’m talking ’bout
still grinding til my last breath and my heart stop
counting hundreds til they seel up that coffin top
and drop, i’m getting more cream than a coffee cup
man, hold up, i got more than just cream up in my coffee cup
i’m poured up and i’m leaning
got big money, i’m grinding
my clothes covered in [?] my wrist covered up in diamonds
i’m [?] got a four in my sprite [?]
my face could move a mountain, i’m counting tall as a mountain
my lean poured like a fountain
my pockets fat, obese
[?] making dividends increese
getting money
[verse 2: gudda gudda]
i’m chasing after a million, eed my money stacked to the ceiling
and if they didn’t have no hands, i bet thеm b-tches still gon’ feel it
i’m not playing with [?], but i’m still out here k!lling
keep that monеy coming in, man, i’m tryna make a k!lling
ask me how i do it, i tell them that the answer is
i take that white girl and whip it like a bad kid
and my n-ggas back me up, like an ad lib
mean mugging walking out the bank, [?] cash [?]
[?] that’s what make the world spin
married to the money, no time for a girlfriend
y.m.c.m.b., i’ma rep it to the death
blood in, blood out, that’s that money, power, respect
gudda!
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