(Money forget the mo-ney)

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(Money) The root of all evil deceivin
Cause even my closest people tryin to get me for my (money)
Cause envy breeds jealousy
Jealousy breeds HATE they on the taste for the (money)
Now where do I begin?
They send you out to reel you back in and its all for the (money)
Cause envy breeds jealousy
Jealousy breeds HATE they on the taste for the (money)
(Get you some money)

Hahaha yeah...
My biggest gift and my curse
More money more problems tell me whats worse
Gettin audited by the government givin up millions to the IRS
or havin to take a paternity test from a BITCH I never met! (oh!)
Im gettin sued by my own family member (what?)
All cause my dog bit her
And she was the one who walked up and put her hand out and now she got her hand out
Its drivin me crazy almost as if this shit was planned OUT! (f*ck~!)
What else can anybody do to me? It aint new to me
when every time I turn around another money hungry motherf*cker suin me
Truthfully (ohh!) Ive had it up to here
And it dont help that Forbes reports what Im makin every year
They listen closely! And I was really simonized
that I was told to go to school graduate and get a job
But Im a hip-hop cash king rapper from the South
And everybody wants the easy way out and its all for the

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Hahaha...
Yeah rappers foreclosin on their houses (foreal)
Cant keep up the payments they owe a couple hundred THOU-sand (oh!)
Say they makin millions and bills steady pillin
Diamonds on they neck they kids stomach out here growlin (rrrr!)
Get your priorities in order nigga
You talk about it but you really cant afford it nigga
That car you bought depreciated once you drove off
No wonder why baby momma wanna knock your F*CKIN nose off! (BLAHH!)
Half the industry goin bankrupt
You see em smilin in the club with their drinks up (cheers)
Dont let that television fool ya
Off camera they sweatin and stressin my young students let me school ya
The diamonds aint worth half what you bought them for (no)
Soon all that Gucci dont fit and now you out of dough
One day your pockets alright and now they all wrong
F*ck you gon do when its all gone? Talkin bout the

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[Rick Ross:]
Lemme talk to these hoes woadie

Uhh {M-M-M-M}
Uh imagine bein worth a 100 mil
Your potentials of havin a billion is only real
Images more bitches and they named in your will
A new Mercedes a baby your aim was to chill
You choose a pussy or pop a bottle grow half a mil
All you wanted was some entertainment
All she wanted was some litigation
Exploitin a simple penetration
Tellin the courtroom that Im being evasive
She wanted to walk into the SunTrust
She made me sign over my little sons trust
Take away the joy my little daughter brings
Bitch even wanted to take my daughters rings
Misfortunes of a rich nigga
You watch BET while she look at the big picture
HUH! {Maybach Music}

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The best things in life are earned not bought
Heheh...