מילים לשיר Gotta Make That Money – TQ

Yeah uh mm give it to me
Mmmmm yeah
Yeah yeah, Mm no no no no Seems like every night
I say a little prayer to the Lord
Right before I go to sleep
That he keep me (that he keep me)
That didn't give a
I used to be the kinda nigga
Fuck about anybody
The slightest little thing would make me mad
Especially if it involved my money
And I can't tell you bout the next man
Wit' all my niggas in a caravan
But I love pullin' up in big sedans
Holla if you hear me
take ya back again
Now I'd love to break ya, bring you down and
But that would take too much time
And I gotta hit the streets again
(Hook) And even if the sun don't shine
I'll still be hustlin'
keep it comin
Gotta make that money If it takes all night
I can't be strugglin'
Somebody come help me can you tell me why
Is slangin' always on my mind
Must be buggin'
I guess they figured I would quite and they
could get me if they tapped my line Don't me nothin Now I hate to be the one to tell ya
But I don't mind
And I'm still gonna get mine (still gonna get mine)
Niggas can hate if they want to
Won't be seen at none of the club and I a.
Yes I'll still be ridin in a SC on dubs and I a.
All your women would know who I was That you wouldn't like (and that you wouldn't like)
If everybody kept they mind on gettin' they scrilla
Won't be no time to fuck with mine.
So won't be no killing
And keep my fingers laced with diamonds like
I'll just sit back and recline and smoke this Philly
Big Willie
But for now catch me on Compton Avenue
Wit' a handful of hundreds and a strap or two
You need some candy so won't you come through
Puttin' it down for niggas like they told me to
(Hook) (Rap by ESometimes I'm suited up
Sometimes I'm bummy, lookin' like a crook
Mashin', mobbin' and thrashin'
Woopers, horns and tweeters blastin'
Hair all nappy and wild Throbbin', hoggin' and doggin'
Godzilla ballin'
When it's money callin'? WarJust ride your runners fool
Sittin' fat like chupling
Be 'bout your bank
All about my money, duffle bags full of scratch
Artillery fire arms and gats
Reep my mill, cap my feddy, get my bread
Cuz I made it out the game without a clue or trace
Hirries on my tail, but I'm tryin' for them, but they want me dead
Used to sell that bass
Rock cavvy candy,
Never had to stop, enemies on the block, they knew it (they knew it)
Check it out
As far as I was concerned, ? man I do it
Money schemin'
Chis Alberchuck, Chocolate Philly, Glocks Garcia Vegas
Black and Miles on the pack again (yes)
What you know about that?
TQ and EBiatch.