Lyrics

VOCAL IN:
Ohwo Ohwo Oh Ohhh So Tired of all your lies
So tired of all your tries So tired of wasting my time so tired of all the back and forth - so tired frankly darling im just bored

VERSE 1:
Rents due baby need new shoes the plant's laying off
-My girl caint stay off my case
I get a case and go and waste my face off
But wait yall first off my health insurance Worst off baby got a summer cough even them trips to emergency is gonna cost
I guess we over the counter (caugh) shit I got a fever too
22 job interviews an no good news no two ways - About it - i - call my man with the ghans and say how bout it - damn caint afford school neither but i can afford to fall through with the ether
Started out with a QP made it a PQ that means i flipped it
Turned it
See two
Point 5 moved faster on week two
Week 3 and 4 did two more now i got a pound just on hold for when it gets cold
Keep it in the cellar in a hole in the floor Still no calls for a job but my celly keep ringin like Don King and am i still your son am i still you son

HOOK
you gott make that money don let that money make you x2

VERSE 2:
I guees job force dont want me
Maybe they think im too brown to be hungry they dont want me and i dont need them
They dont feed me and i dont feed them
Yo - plus im prone to keep eating i was born just to keep beating - the odds
Baby got a whole lotta shoes in the closet
My girl back in school talking straight like a lawyer
Im back on campus four short from diploma Tryina keep my pennies like Wilona
Soon as i can im refrained from the corner
Matter fact ima own and buy that - business - right there
Right back on the corner Call that some come around go around - slow -It - down - break - it down -
Sell my pounds
Move it all over to the bank accounts wash my hand of it trust funds stock plans foreign lands kid's in advanced programs -huh she's a little cutey now my duty is just beyond me am i still your brother am i still your brother

HOOK:
Make that money don't let that money make you Make that money don't let that money make you.

VERSE 3:
The truth is
The devil's in the timing
Apparently i was in a little bit - longer than my timin
Now i be driving seein the dees behind me flashing bright lights blinding
My girl in the back try-in
To under-stand why - every - time she be riding with daddy the police be pulling us over to the side of the road - sometime it be dark out and unmarked cars be parked out - across from the house - word is downtown im and inch from inditment
I guess i went a little bit past surving
Moved a bag or two too many
Now Sam - he's back and he wants all his Pennies

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