Jay-z - Another Day, Another Dollar - Tru lyrics

[master p] Yeah, t-r-u, all about the paper chase Young silkk, 'bout to take y'all foos on a journey [silkk the shocker] Seems it's a trip what n***as 'll do For a grip in this day and age See I be tryin' to get paid and Keep my game sharper than a fade (like that) Ridin' through the hood in somethin' tight Like the coupe that's dropped Have them n***as starin' while they glarin' When I hit tha block(woo sh**) On my way to check me a motherf**in' grip It's about that time I got my hand upon my nine Plus my money be on my mind Stay away from these n***as That be shady like a tree I try to show 'em love And get ta thinkin' they can be me But a n***a I'll blast you If I have to(why? ) Because cash rules(damn) [chorus] [silkk] x2 Another day another dollar I'm all about that money an power And if ya feel me then holla If you can't you's a coward I'm all about tha dollar bills that I make It's a day another dolla Another dolla another day [master p] Dolla dolla Dolla dolla dolla bill y'all... x3 Dolla bill y'all Dolla dolla bill y'all Dolla dolla dolla bill y'all [silkk the shocker] b**h i'ma g n***a like all tha way So n***a they betta just fall away (talkin' gangsta sh**) And still cross-over like hardaway I do more pimpin' than scottie A n***a f**in' violent, Plus I'm silent, so you know a n***a a 'bout it (wha**up, wha**up) And some of these n***as show They don't understand Cause if I don't die or Go to the pen(uh huh) sh** huh, i'ma be tha man(damn) And I be quick to hop in Some gangsta sh**(like that) See if I had a quarter For ever n***a told me they gonna major sh**, I be rich Kinda had flow ons Them gold thangs spinnin' like some diamonds With my clique right behind me n***a you know, just where to find me Just tryin' to get a buck, Comeup on the cut before the taz hit But I been in this game so long sh**, I done mastered it By any means The more fiends, the more green I have I just kick back And watch them, go out and get tha cash And then I laugh(ha ha ha ha) I'm just all about my paper [chorus] [silkk the shocker] I stay tru to tha ghetto Even if I make a mill' Cause that's the only place I can go When I'm broke and I keeps it trill You besta believe How I be about my mail(what? ) Whether it be sun out, Rain, snow, sleet, or hail You know I gots to, watch my back And be 'for shure black (they can't f** with you) Beacause it's a proven fact(what? ) That some of these hoes jack(tell 'em) I stay posted and be major They trip Cause how can I have a grip And only be a teenager You know they can't fade me But they will try(nah they can't f** with you) Even though I wear a vest And two straps you know i'ma still die(damn) But until then I'm 'bout my paper black Cause ain't no turnin' back And ain't no savin' that(savin' that) Can't take nothin' with me So I guess I'll be a dead g And ain't need for cryin' over me [chorus] [master p] Heh, young silkk T-r-u, heh, we 'bout that money Tha paper chase you know what I'm sayin' Breakin' bread, it's all real We all 'bout tha motherf**in' Dividends, dollars, mulah, money, cabbage Or whateva the f** you wanna call it