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letra de money ain't a thing - prime-one

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1st verse

i’ve got dreams of lavish livin’,addin’ figures up
like staticians,cash keep us out of bad positions
i have addictions to the drug that is legal
the root of evil,always keeps my balance equal
a pill to remedy all ills,a panacea
k!lls pains of poverty like an anathesia
and i can’t get enough of it
i went beyond infatuation to bein’ in love with it
if you’ve been where i’ve been,you could relate
to want to compensate for the times of losin’ weight
hatin’ anybody with more cake than you
a case of the system that takes from you
so you might think likе i do,want to live like a king
want to spend currеncy like it’s no thing
and sit under palm trees,soakin’ up the calm breeze
on a beach chillin’ with a bottle of dom p

chorus(sung)

there will come a day
when i safely say
money ain’t a thing
(rapped):gettin’ paid everyday
if it gets chilly out
i can break away
and lounge under sun rays

2nd verse

to be honest,i want the world and all in it
if that’s impossible,i’ll settle for champagne wishes
and caviar dreams,armani fitted
meetings with whom the common bond’s riches
toast to the good life,choose the vintage
“here’s to converting on fourth-down and inches”
watchin’ our stocks,bein’ watchedby b-tches
that want to get with us to see what glamor and glitz is
stick it to ’em twice,first with the d-ck
second,by tellin’ ’em to go hit the bricks
no more cramped quarters,the mansion is huge
the condo’s got beautiful panoramic views
cruise in a black maybach,winnin’ at
spinnin’ wheels of fortune like pat sajak
drinkin’ cognac with my ass on stacks
gettin’ anything i want ’till i’m dead and gone,jack (chorus)

3rd verse

you could question if i could handle success
even wealth itself can bring such stress
but it sucks to live on much less
four bills a month on a government cut cheque
try to make that stretch,make it last
pay rent,let housing take its half
see people in the ‘hood hustlin’ hay and crack
and think “how much can i make from that?”
it’s set up to be tough to break the trap
money talks,if you’re broke,face the fact
you ain’t got a say,what you state is wack
in a flash,your voice and face fades to black
that being said,laugh now,grieve later
when i’m milkin’ a cash cow,and seize paper
i ain’t stayin’ down forever,watch me
be a ‘million dollar man’ like ted dibiase (chorus)

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