Bài hát Money Báo Lỗi

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("Money") The root of all evil deceivin'

Cause even my closest people tryin' to get me for my ("money")

Cause envy breeds jealousy

Jealousy breeds HATE, they on the taste for the ("money")

Now where do I begin?

They send you out to reel you back in and it's all for the ("money")

Cause envy breeds jealousy

Jealousy breeds HATE, they on the taste for the ("money")

("Get you some, money")


Hahaha, yeah...

My biggest gift and my curse

More money, more problems, tell me what's worse

Gettin' audited by the government, givin' up millions to the IRS

or havin' to take a paternity test from a BITCH I never met! (oh!)

I'm gettin' sued by my own family member (what?)

All cause my dog bit her

And she was the one who walked up and put her hand out and now she got her hand out

It's drivin' me crazy, almost as if this shit was planned OUT! (fuck~!)

What else can anybody do to me? It ain't new to me

when every time I turn around another money hungry motherfucker suin' me

Truthfully (ohh!) I've had it up to here

And it don't help that Forbes reports what I'm makin every year

They listen closely! And I was really simonized

that I was told to go to school, graduate and get a job

But I'm a hip-hop cash king, rapper from the South

And everybody wants the easy way out, and it's all for the


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Hahaha...

Yeah, rappers foreclosin' on their houses (fo'real)

Can't keep up the payments, they owe a couple hundred THOU-sand (oh!)

Say they makin' millions and bills steady pillin'

Diamonds on they neck, they kids' stomach out here growlin' (rrrr!)

Get your priorities in order nigga

You talk about it, but you really can't afford it nigga

That car you bought depreciated once you drove off

No wonder why baby momma wanna knock your FUCKIN' nose off! (BLAHH!)

Half the industry goin' bankrupt

You see 'em smilin' in the club with their drinks up (cheers)

Don't let that television fool ya

Off camera they sweatin' and stressin', my young students, let me school ya

The diamonds ain't worth half what you bought them for (no)

Soon all that Gucci don't fit and now you out of dough

One day your pocket's alright and now they all wrong

Fuck you gon' do when it's all gone? Talkin' 'bout the


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[Rick Ross:]

Lemme talk to these hoes, woadie


Uhh {"M-M-M-M"}

Uh, imagine bein' worth a 100 mil'

Your potentials of havin' a billion is only real

Images, more bitches and they named in your will

A new Mercedes, a baby, your aim was to chill

You choose a pussy or pop a bottle, grow half a mil'

All you wanted was some entertainment

All she wanted was some litigation

Exploitin' a simple penetration

Tellin' the courtroom that I'm being evasive

She wanted to walk into the SunTrust

She made me sign over my little son's trust

Take away the joy my little daughter brings

Bitch even wanted to take my daughter's rings

Misfortunes of a rich nigga

You watch BET while she look at the big picture

HUH! {"Maybach Music"}


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The best things in life are earned, not bought

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