Arteezy - For The Love Of Money lyrics

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Arteezy - For The Love Of Money lyrics

[Intro: The O'Jays] Money (x4), Money [x3] [Verse 1: Arteezy] Bag money, Jag money, mad money, had money Some money, love money, drug money, stuff money Money, money, the only things on people's minds Broke people say "wish I had a remote so I can rewind So I can have a chance to get richer Like to live a lavish life and get b**hes" Cause that's all they hear from a black rapper's mouth DSW, general refuse, trash, I should take them out We don't wanna be happy and praise our God We just wanna chase after some chains and cars (I REPEAT!) We don't wanna be happy and praise our God We wanna listen to rap, and praise our stars The wrong kinda rap, the ones that talk about That whole kinda crap, luxuries we can walk without Baking soda man, as if they be talking flour As you get older dad, your music will be going sour For the love of money is the root of all evil But also being dead broke is the root of all evil When you dead broke, you think about rich people Busy thinking about money that you don't have So what you do? You get weapons that are lethal Then you mug people just for a little cash You mug anybody for phones and cameras, flash But that will only let you see your mugshots fast You would k** anybody, for plates You blacks have evil thoughts, money on your mind always I get it too from my songs, when you all play When I perform in the hallway, you will all say [Hook: Method Man & Arteezy] Cash rules everything around me: CREAM, get the money Dollar, dollar bill y'all [x3] Cash rules everything around me: CREAM For the love of money is the root of all evil [Verse 2: Arteezy] The hustle continues, it never ever ends Never will I go to never never land Though those guys got a high rate of success But to get rich, hustle, and fight until the end Young suburban boy, what do I know bout hustling Losers that I know will say that I know nothing Haha!!! In grade 4 I sold squishies Grade 5 I sold chalk, grade 6 I sold lyrics Before I say grade 7, talk about grade 5 I used to grind chalk and sell it to the guys R1 for half a stick and we treat it like it was coke We used to sniff it but there's no acid up our nose Now I mention in grade 7, I was a loan shark Ay dogg, I used to even lend as little as four bucks Even less, R1, and when it came to month end People failed to pay the price so I'd take things from them 10% compound interest, are you interested Daily, come to my compound so I can invest in You, lie cheat and steal Like Eddie Gurrero except he had a mil Just pa**ed one of my neighbours now Almost navy, fought not to be very brown It's that wunga, he turned to a wunga boy Just like the rest of them, he needs the moola for it Wunga is the biggest reason of crime Cops don't pay attention, so these boys don't pay time Think about it carefully, these boys are robbing carelessly Think about it carefully, these boys do not care bout peeps They would like to play for keeps, wrestle you and take your keys Take a ki of wunga, and it takes them to a calm place Homeless steal your cash to burn it up with their homies When I walk in the street, they all say [Hook]

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