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Lyrics
I make money to save money to spend money
I make money but that money they take from me
How funny that same money is fake money
And if it ain't
Well I bet it's probably slave money
Wait money
I ain't got no time to wait money
Cause you know damn well
Money don't wait for any
Late money
Turned to wake and bake money
I used to want a slice
Now I need the whole cake money
Wait money
I ain't got no time to wait money
Cause you know damn well
Money don't wait for any
Late money
Turned to wake and bake money
I used to want a slice
Now I need the whole, hold up

All I really need is a milly
Give me time and some space
Bet I flip it to a billion
Light years ahead of my time zone
I know I know
Everybody got a chain I need more
Than a blood soaked diamond to prove
The fruits of my labor mean more besides my soul shining
If you picking at my brain than you gold mining
If you thinking it's a game
I'm the coach I ain't even trying to play
I'm around the way
East side yeah we been stacking
Higher than the rent check
You know we bout to cash in
All we cook classics
All my crew champions
Better understand we repping that Los Angeles

Say something
In circles man I stay running
Play something
Get me out my feelings ima stay humble
Brain rubble
Feel it in my heart
That's a pain bubble
Main struggle
Trying to make it out of this space shuttle
Stage double
Half banging
Trying to raise the roof of the gods
Don't look for the truth homie
Truth or facade
The coup to the grace
I'm more than just a tooth in a jaw
Clinched
Is my division dog I'm good with a pen

Scared money don't make money
Why you look shook money
I overbook money
Build it up till it can't be overlooked money
That cook the books money
That off shore that's out of our jursidiction look the other way kicking rocks whistling type money
That hype money
More in one night than you ever made in your whole life money
That playboy hot tub with a white bunny
Shine money
That career year money
That signed a deal smiling from ear to ear money
That pure money
Haven't been sick in years miracle cure money
Sure buddy I got mine
But I'd rather spend your money

Wait money
I ain't got no time to wait money
Cause you know damn well
Money don't wait for any
Late money
Turned to wake and bake money
I used to want a slice
Now I need the whole cake money

I wait for it
I pray for it
I slave for it
I make for it
I break for it
I stay for it
It ain't bout what you counting but what you really bout
Ninety thousand hours to your life
But what it really count
On that spinning wheel
Run baby run
Know she in love with them pretty dumb diddy hum
Dumb litty fun
But I'd rather live forever see the sun
Pedal to the pavement bitch I'm getting gold
You sitting gun

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