[Intro]
It's gon' be a bunch of little kids, a lot
A bunch of little boys and girls singin' this lil' part right here
Make— Make it easy where it's somethin' like this
[Chorus]
Money, money, all I need, all I want (Yeah)
Take it from me, leave you stank, smell the funk (You stink)
Money, money, all they need, all they want (Yeah, uh-uh, uh)
Take it from me, no, you can't, no, you don't (Uh, uh)
[Verse 1]
Look, nigga, money on my mind more than half the time
They put our massa on the money so I mastermind
Don't mind the mess, I’m a mad scientist rappin' rhymes
JID really Jimmy Neutron mixin' a nuclеar bomb
And, as they eyes arе watchin' God, I'm tryna rise above
Poverty, philosophies, and prophecies arise
Follow me for forever, never fall too far behind
As I tell my testimonies, Testaverdes at a time (Sixteen)
Uh, he was done without a dime
Youngest in the family, succumb from outta crime
Came from East Atlanta, Moreland Ave to South Deshon
In his path, Twenty East was probably like the Autobahn
Better get his autograph, he gon' have Grammys and noms
'Member he was smokin' little grammies in the slums
Tryin' not to panic, couldn't imagine what was done
Father Time fucked Mother Earth and had an Uncle Tom
Now, them crackers snatchin' black cats by they tongue
For the cheese, rats creepin' on yo' T.V. screen, sellin' you dreams
Granny buyin' holy waters off of Joel Osteen
Rubbin' it in my brother head, say a prayer on her knees
I used to be jealous of Jared and Patrel Ahkim, even Farad
Had the new Js and new jeans on, it's what I wanted at the time
As a pre-teen, pretend I'm a star
Pretty model in a G-string, sitting on top the car
With the bottle that she drinkin', leavin' from out the bar
Scheme on the dollar, thinkin' if anybody is talkin' put some green on his head, he better be Marcus Smart
But, we never had a thing, so, he's always in my thoughts
Because I ate so many bologna sandwiches as a child
I'll kill a nigga if he made one for me right now
Ironic that being broke is an expensive lifestyle
No wonder they sellin' dope from sun rose to sundown
Tryna get mo', screamin' out the window
It's gon' be a bunch of little kids, a lot
A bunch of little boys and girls singin' this lil' part right here
Make— Make it easy where it's somethin' like this
[Chorus]
Money, money, all I need, all I want (Yeah)
Take it from me, leave you stank, smell the funk (You stink)
Money, money, all they need, all they want (Yeah, uh-uh, uh)
Take it from me, no, you can't, no, you don't (Uh, uh)
[Verse 1]
Look, nigga, money on my mind more than half the time
They put our massa on the money so I mastermind
Don't mind the mess, I’m a mad scientist rappin' rhymes
JID really Jimmy Neutron mixin' a nuclеar bomb
And, as they eyes arе watchin' God, I'm tryna rise above
Poverty, philosophies, and prophecies arise
Follow me for forever, never fall too far behind
As I tell my testimonies, Testaverdes at a time (Sixteen)
Uh, he was done without a dime
Youngest in the family, succumb from outta crime
Came from East Atlanta, Moreland Ave to South Deshon
In his path, Twenty East was probably like the Autobahn
Better get his autograph, he gon' have Grammys and noms
'Member he was smokin' little grammies in the slums
Tryin' not to panic, couldn't imagine what was done
Father Time fucked Mother Earth and had an Uncle Tom
Now, them crackers snatchin' black cats by they tongue
For the cheese, rats creepin' on yo' T.V. screen, sellin' you dreams
Granny buyin' holy waters off of Joel Osteen
Rubbin' it in my brother head, say a prayer on her knees
I used to be jealous of Jared and Patrel Ahkim, even Farad
Had the new Js and new jeans on, it's what I wanted at the time
As a pre-teen, pretend I'm a star
Pretty model in a G-string, sitting on top the car
With the bottle that she drinkin', leavin' from out the bar
Scheme on the dollar, thinkin' if anybody is talkin' put some green on his head, he better be Marcus Smart
But, we never had a thing, so, he's always in my thoughts
Because I ate so many bologna sandwiches as a child
I'll kill a nigga if he made one for me right now
Ironic that being broke is an expensive lifestyle
No wonder they sellin' dope from sun rose to sundown
Tryna get mo', screamin' out the window
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