pretend I didn?t hear all your lies Now I know that?s not right I don?t need to feel this way I?ll do fine I?ll be fine And I?m wasting all my money
youth that sell drugs for the love of money Even internet scandals for the love of money Even basketball handles for the love of money Pure passion is clashin' with the love of money
wild out wild out Wild out waka flaka wild out young money bricksquad young money [Chorus:] Young money brick squad [x2] Young money [x3] Brick squad Young money
out wild out Wild out waka flaka wild out young money bricksquad young money [Chorus:] Young money brick squad [x2] Young money [x3] Brick squad Young money
dat cush Niggas rolling on that dirt be smokin dat Reggie Bush Said dey always speak my name But when dey see me they never look Cause they know I keep that flame
yeah... ("I need the money") ("Awesome amounts of dough") ("I need the money") Turn it up ("I need - I need the money") [Common:] ("What money do to a
nigga losin hair and they wonder if I'm all there Well don't blame me, blame the flame that flickers when niggaz gettin richer (mo' money) Now tell me
in lovely Cops don't try to stop me, back up off me, not sellin drugs, gee And I'm smashin MC's Collectin g's, air get salty Money, you was faulty I
banks Think tanks once rolled on the city streets I used to meet your moms between the sheets Universe is versus hoods prospectus True flam, flammin words
the tip of the clip I let it rip Now run, cover your mother it's on cocksucker F-ck around, have a peice of your brain blown Hop up on that long Tre pound, flame
, you can get ya wig splitted I don't give a fuck, I don't care if police know I did it Man I hustle, I get money, in the sunshine or a blizzard I go
don't know if it's the Porsche or the Lamb, that make these niggas Hate me, like I'm a member of the Klu Klux Klan I mean god damn, how much money I
and a beer Prepare for the atmosphere of the mack of the year [Chorus: Twista] I can teach ya how to get ya game tight Light sticky flame right gotta
blinded by the light so I wrote it in braille When Lil' Dame was locked up he wrote it in jail Mil-town Hustlaz we got it for sale We got money for lawyers Money
Since real we deal with actual facts and figures Like 1 plus 1 makes 2 You can make that money but don't act funny and let that money make you I tell
