Cypress Hill - Money Lyrics
Yo, I got this plan to make some money. I want you to keep this shit to yourself.At 6:15 am this truck pulls out the post office. Im like a shootin wisher.Now it makes one stop before it goes to Sacramento,which is a mail drop-off at First Federal Loan and Savings.I did whatever I could to get bySlang dope jack people hands in the skyWhen you livin on the edge yeah holmie its a highYou get caught up in the drama and eventually you dieLivin in a hard world some are livin liesSon you better wise up and open up your eyesShit it never easy holmie people will conniveBetter have a hustle if you mean to surviveWhy youre so greedy can you tell us all whyLook holmie believe me youre *****in metal plyFor the dollar everybody is a target thats realTalkin is smog youre fates signed and sealedYou could be the next one cross em in the pathWhat maybe if you do the math you can avoid the blood bathAll the money that we stole too weak to take greedGive it to an honest man the money is still deepDollar bill yallDollar bill yallDollar dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill yallDollar bill yallDollar bill yallDollar dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill yallDollar bill yallDollar bill yallDollar dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill yallDollar bill yallDollar bill yallDollar dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill yallFiend for the mean greenNever get enough is a mother *****in gangsta dreamFor the love of the cash flowYou could live fast and you could die slowShow wheres the can bet your ass you believe itCause niggas that you know try hard to be scheminWork hard is ***** for everything to rockYou a dead mother *****er fore I get gotFools got game floss and drop namesMy moves faster than a runaway train***** the world dont ask me for shitCatch you on your knees and you want some dickSpot a gold nigga with a hairline triggerEach root your name the reputation get biggerFor the love of the money, *****, drugsFools change and get all twisted upDollar bill yallDollar bill yallDollar dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill yallDollar bill yallDollar bill yallDollar dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill yallDollar bill yallDollar bill yallDollar dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill yallDollar bill yallDollar bill yallDollar dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill yallOnly if ya better keep your eyes peeledCause you were talkin for jacks and thats realWhether you rap or do biz or drug dealHolmie for the dollar you can get yourself killedHe decided to jet it could happen with no discussionStraps of all pain fools *****in eruptinFor the green little papers jackin your neighborsBut what if your neighbor put arms in his favorMoved up the heater to mash you punk *****esDont wanna earn shit you wanna jack for the richesNothin in lifes for free my nigga learn thatYou burn someone they might just burn backScorchin niggas to the third degreeAuh yall triggers deserve to bePut out of you misery your history sonWhen your body disappears then the mystery comeDollar bill yallDollar bill yallDollar dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill yallDollar bill yallDollar bill yallDollar dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill yallDollar bill yallDollar bill yallDollar dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill yallDollar bill yallDollar bill yallDollar dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill yall
