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TQ f E-40

Gotta Make That Money

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Yeah, uh, mm, give it to meMmmmm, yeahYeah yeahMm, no no no noSeems like every night, right before I go to sleepI say a little prayer to the Lord that he keep meI used to be the kind of nigga that didn`t give a fuck about nobodyThe slightest little thing would make me madEspecially if it involved my moneyAnd I can`t tell you `bout the next manBut I love pullin` up in big sedansWit all my niggas in a caravanHolla if ya hear meNow I`d love to break ya, bring ya downAnd take you back againBut that would take too much timeAnd I gotta hit the streets again1 - And even if the sun don`t shine, I`ll still be hustlin` Gotta get that money, make that money Keep it comin`, if it takes all night, can`t be strugglin` Somebody come help me Can ya tell me why is slangin` always on my mind? Must be buggin` I guess they figured I would quit and they could get me If they tapped my line Don`t mean nothin` I`ll still be hustlin`Now I hate to be the one to tell ya, but I don`t mindNiggas can hate if they want toAnd I`m still gon` get mineYes, I still be ridin` in a SC on dubsAnd I won`t be seen at none of the clubsAnd uh, all your women would know who I was(And that you wouldn`t like) And that you wouldn`t likeIf everybody kept they mind on gettin` they skrillaWon`t be no time to fuck with mine, so won`t be no killin`I`ll just sit back and recline, smoke this PhillyAnd keep my fingers laced with diamonds like Big WillieBut for now, catch me on Compton AvenueWith a handful of hundreds and a strap or twoPuttin` it down for my niggas like they told me toYou need some candy, so won`t you come thruRepeat 1[E-40]Sometimes I`m suited upSometimes I`m bummy, lookin` like a crookHair all nappy and wild - we call it the full nukMashin`, mobbin` and thrashin`Woopers, horns and tweeters blastin`Throbbin`, hoggin` and doggin`Godzilla ballin`When it`s money callin`? War-rankJust ride your runners foolBe `bout your bankSittin` fat like ?All about my money, duffle bags full of scratchArtillery fire arms and gatsReep my mill, cap my feddy, get my bread? on my tail, but I`m tryin` for them, but they want me deadCuz I made it out the game without a clue or traceUsed to sell that bassRock cavvy candy, ??????Never had to stop, enemies on the block, they knew it (they knew it)As far as I was concerned, ? man I do itCheck it outMoney schemin`Prince Albert, Chocolate Philly, Glocks Garcia VegasBlack and Miles on the pack again (yes)What you know about that?TQ and E-40 Fonzarelli a.k.a. Charlie Hustle, easyBiotch!!!

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