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Gotta Make That Money

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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 didnt give a fuck about nobody

The slightest little thing would make me mad

Especially if it involved my money

And I cant 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 Id 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 dont shine, Ill still be hustlin

Gotta get that money, make that money

Keep it comin, if it takes all night, cant 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

Dont mean nothin

Ill still be hustlin

Now I hate to be the one to tell ya, but I dont mind

Niggas can hate if they want to

And Im still gon get mine

Yes, I still be ridin in a sc on dubs

And I wont be seen at none of the clubs

And uh, all your women would know who I was

(and that you wouldnt like) and that you wouldnt like

If everybody kept they mind on gettin they skrilla

Wont be no time to fuck with mine, so wont be no killin

Ill 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 wont you come thru

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[e-40]

Sometimes Im suited up

Sometimes Im 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 its 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 Im 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

Bitch!!!

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