Story Behind The Song

Tired of waking up EVERYDAY thinking about money.

Song Description

This song has an eerie mood under a bouncy bass groove that gives it a relentless momemtum carrying with it lyrics that many can relate too

Lyrics

Radio active now let's get active on the radio
or download it to your i-pod take it wherever you go
Cause a person never could know
What lies around the block, what life is about to stop
What rage is about to pop, what stage bout to be hot
what crowd 'bout to be rocked
Once they let Square Root up in they spot
I'm bringin my crew wit the True to blaze and what not
Shout out to them boyz at the Miami Ave. shop
We still doin it Fam, favor and flavor man
Disablin' deceivers who be fablin' wit their plan
Promisin' pipe dreams and pay you wit crack feinds
aND only them boys out on the block know what that means
Really don't matter what you call it,
Preacha or Alcoholic, Teacher or somebody tryin to beat ya
and you out to stall it.
Do what you can to make it, this world will leave you naked
No sense in tryin to fake, get it off your back and shake it!
(hook)
LET'S GIT THAT MONEY MONEY MONKAY OFF YOUR BACK-BACK
LET'S GIT THAT MONEY MONEY OFF YOUR BACKBACK (2XS)

That dollar bills a tool, gon' make it work for for you
Just don't fall in LOVE wit 'er, she can never be True.
She drains juices and ties nooses, seduces fools
Wit no excuses, no sign of bruises she out to prove
That she can be your Queen and your King
Before you know it she's in the flow of it
Control of it -Runnin' Thangs
Hear comes them hoops and rings, somersault better be clean
If you fault, lust for the cream, you'll be wakened by a dream
And that dream will be freedom, them cars them clothes,
them hoes, yo bro did you really need 'em?
Maybe you did homey I aint gonna judge
I wasn't there when you had to dredge through that mud
Them project Projects, yeah apartment full of bugs
Alley full of hungry thugs, strapped wit a hundred slugs
Can easily be 50 graves dug,
each victim wit 2 in 'em, heat , venom, and leakin blood
(hook)
Verse 3
Be tactical wit' your capital,
tight but not stingy, yet practical, that's how the poor's gonna grow
Until they are no more, we don'[t bear them scars no more
Jackin cars to roll, stealin' grubb from the store
We all got what we need, each one of us movin
and pursuin at our own speed, and nobody bleeds.
But the problem has been decreed
That you "Never underestimate the other guys greed"
Make 'em open the vault Swine, you've been caught
Ruined lives so you could buy a hundred foot Yatch
Make a whole show about what nobady else got
Or could ever get, let me quit cause you makin me sick
Planet supllies our sources, Supernatural Forces
So why let greedy corporations chart out all the courses
Married us to fill us up wit babies, then divorce us
Claimin it's our fault sayin we made bad choices
No we listened to some lyin' voices
You drivin a Hyundai, he get's driven in Rolls Royces
Taunts us and toys wit us
and if we make too much noise about the business
he sends his boys to get us oh!
(hook)