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arteezy – for the love of money كلمات اغاني

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[intro: the o’jays]
money (x4), money [x3]

[verse 1: art–zy]
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-tches”
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 cr-p, 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!ll 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 & art–zy]
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: art–zy]
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 c0ke
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 p-ssed 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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