Gotta Make That Money - текст песни
Gotta Make That Money
Featuring E 40
Yeah uh mm give it to me Mmmmm yeah Yeah yeah Mm no no no no
Seems like every night right before I go to sleep I say a little prayer to the Lord that he keep me I used to be the kind of nigga that didn't give a fuck about nobody The slightest little thing would make me mad Especially if it involved my money
And I can't tell you 'bout the next man But I love pullin' up in big sedans Wit all my niggas in a caravan Holla if ya hear me
Now I'd love to break ya, bring ya down And take you back again But that would take too much time And I gotta hit the streets again
1 - And even if the sun don't shine, I'll still be hustlin' Gotta get that money, make that money Keep it comin', if it takes all night, can't be strugglin' Somebody come help me Can ya tell me why is slangin' always on my mind? Must be buggin' I guess they figured I would quit and they could get me If they tapped my line Don't mean nothin' I'll still be hustlin'
Now I hate to be the one to tell ya, but I don't mind Niggas can hate if they want to And I'm still gon' get mine Yes, I still be ridin' in a SC on dubs And I won't be seen at none of the clubs And uh, all your women would know who I was (And that you wouldn't like) And that you wouldn't like
If everybody kept they mind on gettin' they skrilla Won't be no time to fuck with mine, so won't be no killin' I'll just sit back and recline, smoke this Philly And keep my fingers laced with diamonds like Big Willie
But for now, catch me on Compton Avenue With a handful of hundreds and a strap or two Puttin' it down for my niggas like they told me to You need some candy, so won't you come thru
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