
Would you kill for it? Cake Ask yourself (Ask yourself) All I wanted was this money That’s all I wanted Harlem East Side All I wanted was this money Yo, yo, yo Money over everything, got married to that paper, fuck a weddin' ring My pistol was filthy, kept it really clean Tube socks with coke in 'em (Coke) Me, Mack, Shooter, Scrap, Loc and 'em Had 3 Ks on me, no need for ropin' 'em (Ks) Steady while this burner clap, cripsy blue hundreds Came this far, it ain’t no turnin' back (Nah) Talkin' 'bout this family got me laughin', feelin' like Bernie Mac My cousins was servin' crack like way before I heard of rap Let’s go to war, my turban wrapped Come meet the don Half-Spanish papi, first-class, Chanel sneakers on Ammo in my camo like it’s Vietnam Trench coat, Maison Margiela, I played the bench broke Like, how the fuck I’m 'sposed to give hope knowin' we whip coke? Chain frosted like vanilla icin' on me I’m out in Connecticut with metal shit, I probably got your wifey on me Call my nigga frank, let’s hit the bank, just left the gamblin' spot Harlem where the cameras watch Was trappin' out the same shop It’s money over everything, money over all I don’t answer any questions, just the money when it call If it ain’t about the money, then fuck it and fuck 'em all 'Cause they probably won’t be here when it’s gone It’s money over it all Friends, niggas, bitches It’s money over it all Parties, weed, liquor It’s money over it all It’s money over it all I’m workin' every minute, never take a day off That’s on everything, put the money over it all There’s comes a time in every man’s life when you will decide Who you are and are you true to that God? And when you choosin' that side, be sure to weigh out Or you abusin' the odds What’chu stand for, are you gon' ride? (Tell me that) Stay true and provide for the family, nigga, it’s what I do with my time To the young in my hometown, man, I’m truly a guide Show 'em how to move right, yeah, I drew up that guide Before the money, I be tryin' to dodge community ties I give my soul when I’m spewin' these lines Scared of the questions, they might ask 'bout what I do When intune with my rhymes like, «Are you really sellin' drugs? Are you consumin' that crime? And is this image that you show us just illusions and lies? The challenge is I’m still a hood nigga tryin' to balance it Influence a generation from this public housin' shit I made it worth the wait that I chose Fuck it, that’s how I live Can only hope they find a route better while I count this shit It’s not logical for me to feel responsible Provide both the pros and the cons, everything’s possible College? I couldn’t do it, my nigga, I had a lot to do But a lot for times as hard as it got for Momma Dukes I was dream chasin', the fun in that, not a job could do Ambition had me driven for gettin' up to the top and soon Plus, when times it was cold, stylin' our holds, lights for shows, I don’t know Just doin' what I gotta do It’s money over everything, money over all I don’t answer any questions, just the money when it call If it ain’t about the money, then fuck it and fuck 'em all 'Cause they probably won’t be here when it’s gone It’s money over it all Friends, niggas, bitches It’s money over it all Parties, weed, liquor It’s money over it all I’m workin' every minute, never take a day off That’s on everything, put the money over it all I’m just chillin', I’m just ballin' I’m just fuckin' these hoes once then I’m not callin' I’m just focused, I’m just stackin' I’m just livin', God, what’s happenin'? Stop trippin', paint my vision We gon' get it, we gon' flip it We gon' keep it, we not sleepin' Ball all season, work on weekends Peep my genius, reach my zenith And cop more pieces and that’s on Jesus I’m not rappin', I’m just quotin' I’m not actin', you might notice I got passion I got focus, I’m gon' boast with it Smile, locs and we not social, we not backwards We got cash then we got closer Kick that door in, we ain’t chokin' We got ash, we need lotion We got shows, we need posters We got phones, we need soldiers for the vultures It’s money over everything, money over all I don’t answer any questions, just the money when it call If it ain’t about the money, then fuck it and fuck 'em all 'Cause they probably won’t be here when it’s gone It’s money over it all Friends, niggas, bitches It’s money over it all Parties, weed, liquor It’s money over it all I’m workin' every minute, never take a day off That’s on everything, put the money over it all
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