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Make Money

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Make Money

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You need it, go get it

Seven days committed

You need it, go get it

Seven days committed, nigga

Make money, make money, make money

Make money, make money, make money

Make money, make money, make money

Make money, make money, make money

Make money, damn if they goin' take it from me

Super swag, bet I get ya naked, honey

You know my stump ground, South Jamaica, dummy

Ain't no comp round, six or seven acres counting

They mad I got in, never shoot or let me do

Body full of diamonds, hoppin' out the Bentley coupe

Crime high, I'm climbin', the other pockets empty crew

Niggas thought I died then, call me Makaveli Blue

Red and green stripes, diamond ear squares

Screaming twin pumps, right off the Lear stairs

I give a fuck about a bitch, you a Care Bear

Heart pumpin', anti-freeze as I stand here

Punch a cotto, nightclubs, bunch of photos

Run up on me like a dolo when I'm thumping dolo

Here's a no-no, bigger dollar signs than low-low

Twenty stacks off a Polo when I go on promo

Make money, although it don't make me

It takes me somewhere you goin' need an AC

They chase me, cause my neck is clear as HD

You can't see, baby, I'm in money waist deep

You should fuck with me, I'mma be that nigga

How ya goin' start acting funny when I get bigger?

Fuck the awards, I'd rather buy me a Coupe

No thing needed, do it all for the loot

We here to make money

Make money, make money

Take money, take money, take money

Great money, in and out of state money

Weight money, Benjamin's straight money

Flat party, I'm steamrolling everybody

Maserati, riding is my kind of hobby

White Ferrari, player pressed for pussy, hardly

Ain't no probably, she leave I'mma get a doggy

Bank's AKA ya got nothing for me

Show me thirty, forty more emcees later they will bore me

Delivery semi auti, styles I'll never story

About a thousand they will call me I'mma different category

You playing big, riding round in your family crib

Look at your rib, rock boys understand the kid

We handle shit, play with me, get your candles lit, smoked

Ashes out the window of a brand new six

Don't look behind me, move me, you and what army

Armed with Armani, Christian Dior whole army

You owe me sorry's, making money, living calmly

Nicki got me fucking Barbies, cousins and aunts

Make money, although it don't make me

It takes me somewhere you goin' need an AC

They chase me, cause my neck is clear as HD

You can't see, baby I'm in money waist deep

You should fuck with me, I'mma be that nigga?

How ya goin' start acting funny when I get bigger

Fuck the awards, I'd rather buy me a coupe

No thing needed, do it all for the loot

We here to make money

Take money, make money

Take money, take money, take money

Great money, in and out of state money

Weight money, Benjamin's straight money

You need it, go get it

Seven days committed

You need it, go get it

Seven days committed, nigga

Make money, make money, make money

Make money, make money, make money

Make money, make money, make money

Make money, make money, make money

Yeah! If you ain't making no money, move on, nigga!

You taking up space!

Nigga! Two g's up! Southside on top!

Doe Pesci on the beat! Yeah!

You need it, go get it

Seven days committed

You need it, go get it

Seven days committed

Make money, make money, make money

Make money, make money, make money

Make money, make money, make money

Make money

You know!

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