Lyric Gotta Make That Money
featuring E 40
Yeah uh mm give it to me
Mmmmm yeah
Yeah yeah
Mm no no no no
Seems like every night right before I go to sleep
I say a little prayer to the Lord that he keep me
I used to be the kind of nigga that didn t give a fuck about nobody
The slightest little thing would make me mad
Especially if it involved my money
And I can t tell you bout the next man
But I love pullin up in big sedans
Wit all my niggas in a caravan
Holla if ya hear me
Now I d love to break ya, bring ya down
And take you back again
But that would take too much time
And I gotta hit the streets again
1 - 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 mind
Niggas can hate if they want to
And I m still gon get mine
Yes, I still be ridin in a SC on dubs
And I won t be seen at none of the clubs
And uh, all your women would know who I was
(And that you wouldn t like) And that you wouldn t like
If everybody kept they mind on gettin they skrilla
Won t be no time to fuck with mine, so won t be no killin
I ll just sit back and recline, smoke this Philly
And keep my fingers laced with diamonds like Big Willie
But for now, catch me on Compton Avenue
With a handful of hundreds and a strap or two
Puttin it down for my niggas like they told me to
You need some candy, so won t you come thru
Repeat 1
[E-40]
Sometimes I m suited up
Sometimes I m bummy, lookin like a crook
Hair all nappy and wild - we call it the full nuk
Mashin , mobbin and thrashin
Woopers, horns and tweeters blastin
Throbbin , hoggin and doggin
Godzilla ballin
When it s money callin ? War-rank
Just ride your runners fool
Be bout your bank
Sittin fat like ?
All about my money, duffle bags full of scratch
Artillery fire arms and gats
Reep my mill, cap my feddy, get my bread
? on my tail, but I m tryin for them, but they want me dead
Cuz I made it out the game without a clue or trace
Used to sell that bass
Rock 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 it
Check it out
Money schemin
Prince Albert, Chocolate Philly, Glocks Garcia Vegas
Black and Miles on the pack again (yes)
What you know about that?
TQ and E-40 Fonzarelli a.k.a. Charlie Hustle, easy
Biotch!!!
Yeah uh mm give it to me
Mmmmm yeah
Yeah yeah
Mm no no no no
Seems like every night right before I go to sleep
I say a little prayer to the Lord that he keep me
I used to be the kind of nigga that didn t give a fuck about nobody
The slightest little thing would make me mad
Especially if it involved my money
And I can t tell you bout the next man
But I love pullin up in big sedans
Wit all my niggas in a caravan
Holla if ya hear me
Now I d love to break ya, bring ya down
And take you back again
But that would take too much time
And I gotta hit the streets again
1 - 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 mind
Niggas can hate if they want to
And I m still gon get mine
Yes, I still be ridin in a SC on dubs
And I won t be seen at none of the clubs
And uh, all your women would know who I was
(And that you wouldn t like) And that you wouldn t like
If everybody kept they mind on gettin they skrilla
Won t be no time to fuck with mine, so won t be no killin
I ll just sit back and recline, smoke this Philly
And keep my fingers laced with diamonds like Big Willie
But for now, catch me on Compton Avenue
With a handful of hundreds and a strap or two
Puttin it down for my niggas like they told me to
You need some candy, so won t you come thru
Repeat 1
[E-40]
Sometimes I m suited up
Sometimes I m bummy, lookin like a crook
Hair all nappy and wild - we call it the full nuk
Mashin , mobbin and thrashin
Woopers, horns and tweeters blastin
Throbbin , hoggin and doggin
Godzilla ballin
When it s money callin ? War-rank
Just ride your runners fool
Be bout your bank
Sittin fat like ?
All about my money, duffle bags full of scratch
Artillery fire arms and gats
Reep my mill, cap my feddy, get my bread
? on my tail, but I m tryin for them, but they want me dead
Cuz I made it out the game without a clue or trace
Used to sell that bass
Rock 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 it
Check it out
Money schemin
Prince Albert, Chocolate Philly, Glocks Garcia Vegas
Black and Miles on the pack again (yes)
What you know about that?
TQ and E-40 Fonzarelli a.k.a. Charlie Hustle, easy
Biotch!!!
