Money,
that's why your bitch chose me
Money, the reason for the greed
Money, makes your friends envy
Money, it's all about the G's
Money, makes the world go round
Money, makes your bitch bow down
Money, the rule of all evil,
money makes you steal
from your own people
That money,
got homies going against you
What makes me laugh
at these bitches that need a tissue?
Asking for a helping hand,
can you help me?
And then turn around
talking shit about me?
Fuck your life, you sold your soul for a dollar
I got no love for broke ballers,
trying to pop collars
Solid G's are hard to find,
why you crash bitch?
I'ma sip on this wine, I earned mine
So get off these nuts,
beggars can't be choosers
So shut the fuck up
with your jealousy, feminine ways
Little tramp, you ain't no man,
go get your food stamps
Collecting cans, you's a bitch, boy
Real gangstas don't beg
about mak ing noise
Choice is on you,
and when you hit the streets
I'm like Scarface,
motherfucker keep it cheap
Money, that's why
your bitch chose me
Money, the reason for the greed
Money, makes your friends envy
Money, it's all about the G's
Money, makes the world go round
Money, makes your bitch bow down
Money, the root of all evil
Money makes you steal
from your own people
It's that money,
that got your bitch cheating on you
She say she loves you,
but she fucks other fools
She got her Gucci bag
and she shops till she drops
While you working overtime,
working extra jobs
At the club for a
homegirl's birthday
Snortin' cocaine,
poppin' bottles like a shirt -safe
Hangin' with motherfuckin' bosses
It's a company party,
so don't count your losses
Sucka, you's a dumb motherfucker
She gettin' hit both ways,
suckin' dick for a dollar
Holla if you feel it,
cause a pimp's on point
And I'm a pimp by nature,
so pass me the joint
Fly out to Toronto,
first class in my condo
Lookin' for a bitch,
she's hangin' out,
she'll be back pronto
Me and Hermano,
money makes the world go round
And your bitch is on my dick,
how you like me now?
Money, that's why
your bitch chose me
Money, the reason for the greed
Money, makes your friends envy
Money, it's all about the G's
Money, makes the world go round
Money, makes your bitch bow down
Money, the root of all evil
Money makes you steal
from your own people
They got fools out there
selling dope for paper
While the others sit and talk shit,
broke ass haters
Rich tycoons with big dreams,
dreamers
Some drive Bentleys and
some drive Beamers
Some drive bucks and talk
like they're a boss
Or a gangster that jacks at any cost
At Pop's house looking
for the glass pipe
Don't kill nobody,
talking killing on the mic
Bud in the garage, search for money
while I'm with my crew
Piping all the honey,
sunny days in California, ayy
Where the riders ride and the players play
A toast to the coast,
celebration with the gang
High power motherfuckers,
criminal model
Mac with the HPG's
Money don't change nothing
cause in my blood,
hustling is a function
Money, that's why your
bitch chose me
Money, the reason for the greed
Money, makes your friends envy
Money, it's all about the G's
Money, makes the world go round
Money, makes your bitch bow down
Money, the root of all evil
Money makes you steal
from your own people
That's right money, the root of all evil
But while I sit back, smoke a joint
I'm just watching as I amass people
Showing their true colors
Damn, that money
Lil' Flip
