Money Makes Lyrics

Money Makes lyrics

f/ Kane & Abel, Silkk the Shocker







[Uzi talkin']



Prime Suspects, Kane & Abel, Silkk The shocker about that money







Chorus: Uzi & (Kane & Abel)



Money Makes a nigga do some strange thangs (I admit)



Over change, niggas lose they brains (ain't that some shit)



If you got it when then niggas hungry brah (what, what)



Keep your glock cocked & your eyes up on ya stuff (ya heard me)



[Reapeat]







[Uzi]



Just remember it takes a bitch to play wit a real a real nigga



Glock knockin' 'em while they chop 'em down for figures



While money makes a nigga do some strange thangs, I admit



Over change, niggas lose they brains, ain't that some shit



Come equipped as we still quick in tha Lands



Niggas get dealt wit in his back while shakin' hands



While plans get spoiled by niggas want furl trips



Rather they snort, bang, or either sell tha shit



I hold my dick & let my nuts sag



Niggas act bad behind tha cash actin' like it last forever



Any kind of weather nigga get tha job done



Block hotter than tha sun, niggas still pack a gun



But I ain't tha one to get done wit behind some dumb shit



I pack a gun bitch & ain't scared to let tha bullets flip



I said enough, either get scuffed or roughed up



If you got it when then niggas hungry keep your eyes up on ya stuff







Chorus:(2X)







[Kane & Abel]



Runnin' up on niggas like finish lines, wit cocked nines



Give a fuck if niggas wit dimes, get flatlined for tryna take mines



In broad daylight, lose yo life for tha paper



Haters a waste ya, meat ya maker, coroner gonna have to scrape ya



Off tha concrete



My street hotter than fish grease



For big face bills, niggas kills wit big heat



Niggas dressed in all black or army fatigues



Killas perform like pussy poppers wit choppers, squeeze 2-2-3's



Put your face on TV's, for less than a quarter ki



Leave a clip empty, now watch you muthafuckin' enemies



Murda's like a disease, catch it, ain't no comin' back



Rest in peace, yo wig split, hit by niggas on a jack



Gangstafied Kane & Abel watch the Suspects back



Niggas do strange thangs fo' paper, I feel that



Take tha money, take tha Benz, but hustle never ends



Put us on tha block wit one rock, an we'll make a million again (ha ha)







Chorus:(2X)







[Silkk the Shocker]



Now look nigga, it's 5-4-3-2 to tha muthafuckin' 1, it's a countdown



Well this nigga Silkk The Shocker



Known for breakin' O-Z's down to muthafuckin' pounds



That's my nigga Glock, that's my nigga Uzi,



That's a brand new muthafuckin' nine millimeter



Off tha top, you know we come strapped, bitch watch ya back



Cause all of us always got heaters



Now look fuck tha money cause we gonna ball wit or wit out tha shit



I need a down ass girl but I'm gonna ball look wit or wit out tha bitch



Drive my Benz look wit or wit out tha fuckin' kit



Yall busta ass niggas faggets walkin' wit or wit out tha switch



I still could pull hoes look nigga wit or wit out tha six



While yall niggas stuntin' & frontin'



Why don't you break yoself & get up out my shit



Now yall know my steelo, on tha D-low, have a kilo on tha D-L



Even though I rap bitch I still do a couple of crack sells



Look if it don't make dollas then it don't make sense



Now my niggas Prime Suspects gonna get me high



An all of us get fried & get bent



An we No Limit Soldiers bitch so all of us represent



Think we won't bust yo head for some muthafuckin' dead presidents bitch







Chorus:(4X)