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(One two y'all, ya stop) --> KRS-One

(VERSE 1: Shorty)
in the days we used to hit Pitkin Av
Knapsack strapped on my cause everything got bagged
In sight, I got put out put up a fight
Then I took flight, all you seen was a of light
Ghost, you catch me if you wanted to
I broke, it's time to catch some wreck, my crew?
Hit up the ball (?), fill up the pad ease
Pump shit on the block and make at two g's
Sometimes I hit the pocket, I got knocked
One time, two times, shit, they couldn't it
I had to my loot, I had to make my dough
So I took my 'Lo and Guess, then the rest
On the ave, it's all about the
And niggas who make mad green know what I
So if you in the house and you know what about
Gettin paid, come on, let me hear you

(CHORUS)
Make money, money, money, money, money (4X)
Take money, money, money, money, money (4X)

(VERSE 2: Shorty)
I got to get paid, and I mean quick
And if it ain't the cash that ass get blast
in New York nowadays is like damn
Cause if you're broke wants to be your man
Especially the girls when it come to gettin
You got to have the loot plus the gear to
I can't take the heat, a strain on my brain
And my pockets are broke my heart feels the pain
I gotta get a grip cause I just flip
I'm of a vic, where's my crew and my clip?
It's a jack, take your fuckin hand off the
Turn around slowly, bitch, you know the
(Shorty, you crazy) Nah, I need
And I'ma do what I gotta do, where's my
I wanna grab the mic, the script and get paid
But if I puff a daydream, damn, I'm gettin
Word to my meals, no frills, go
And if you bump makin dough let me know
I rather get paid the paid program
You can keep your fame and who's the man
I scheme and I scheme till I go get the
And if you want a scene of the money
Niggas (?) hit the
in the house, if you want dough
You gots to let me

(CHORUS)

(VERSE 3: Shorty)
I'm gettin kinda old, now my wanna flip
Up out the crib, damn, I gotta hit a lick
The house ain't clean and the overdue
I hear the line, yeah, "I do it all for you"
You do it all for me but all I is my own
I represent, so I keep shit known
That I'm for the dough and nothin but the pres
Fuck Uncle Sam and the he says
You got to get says the man on the corner
See a fly shortie lookin good, up on her
Now I'm like the man I bring home the bacon
Shit is mad real, kid, ain't no
On the streets of New York, you talk
It like only poor people eat pork
Word to my herb, your loot in the spot
If you wanna get paid, let me see you lick one

(CHORUS)