It aint easy to make money (Whoo)
So now everybody wanna take money (Uh huh, uh huh)
You aint a thug, matter fact you a fake money (Take money, uh)
Fuck wit mines, Ima view you at ya weight money
It aint a game
You can call me player yeah, but I aint playing fair (Uh huh)
Takers say Im the hottest thang comin this year (No doubt, ha ha ha)
In the hood niggas know, how I handle my problems
I walk up close, and I fo, fo revolve em
Dont make me run to you, put the gun to you
Have yo ass on Phil Donahue explaining what the fuck I done to you
Thug niggas in the street saying Im sunning you
Dude Ill smoke you every motherfucker under you
People say chill, but still I do, what I wanna do
For now on, when I speak, yall niggas better listen
Why run against a thoroughbred when you aint in no condition
Still got shit on ya nose, from all that ass you been kissing (hahaha)
It aint easy to make money
So now everybody wanna take money
You aint a thug, matter fact you a fake money
Fuck wit mines, Ima view you at ya weight money
It aint a game
It aint easy to make money
So now everybody wanna take money
You aint a thug, matter fact you a fake money
Fuck wit mines, Ima view you at ya weight money
It aint a game
Yo where my down South niggas at, Im playing piddy-pat
Wit this kitty cat, bitch swear she a city rat
Its Nore now, here look read the story now
My name Nore, and niggas know how I rip
And if I dont feel a nigga, I dont get on his shit
Yall can love me, or hate me, or suck my dick
I like my hoes just like Summer, no class
And niggas working so hard, and getting no ass
Why yall niggas acting like, its all ill in yall square
Motherfucker you aint know that its a hood everywhere
Me and 50 vandal, no we always run scandal
Weak niggas, have us lighting up candles
Sending out roses, condolences, notices
Focuses on, niggas like Fu Quan
Yo in they ground, niggas that dont get no bound
Yall keep my word, dont love no bird
Get a beef from TM, and just twist my herb
So now everybody wanna take money
You aint a thug, matter fact you a fake money
Fuck wit mines, Ima view you at ya weight money
It aint a game
It aint easy to make money
So now everybody wanna take money
You aint a thug, matter fact you a fake money
Fuck wit mines, Ima view you at ya weight money
It aint a game
Yo its all about the cash you getting
Bricks you flipping, the whips you sitting
The bitches you hitting, when you living the thug life
Bitches I dont love no of em, the guns Im running em
Punk niggas Im sunning em, every chance I get
Man I know niggas is a trip, so I save all my grip
For these babies faggots flippin, dial 1-800-TIPS
Force me to bury the bricks, and the whips and take trips
Every word that come out of my mouth, I mean it, you could eat
Cause when I stick you, you gon cough it up like you bulimic
Im no magician, but I could make, somethin outta nothin
Like turn an empty block, into a crack spot thats pumping
So all you niggas out there, thinking you the nicest
Me 50, Im ya motherfucking mid-life crisis
Southside, alright baby, 50 Cent, Noreaga, Trackmasters, teflon
It aint easy to make money
So now everybody wanna take money
You aint a thug, matter fact you a fake money
Fuck wit mines, Ima view you at ya weight money
It aint a game
It aint easy to make money
So now everybody wanna take money
You aint a thug, matter fact you a fake money
Fuck wit mines, Ima view you at ya weight money
It aint a game
Know what Im saying
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