(*talking*) Sucka Free, Lil' Flip, Scoopastar Feel that, I wrote this song bout That little green rectangle Y'all know what I'm talking about
[Chorus - 2x] Money, hoes, that's all a nigga want Before you jump in the game, learn your do's and dont's You better change your money, don't let money change you (Your money gone playa), so what you gon do
[Lil' Flip] Now you can act like you rich, and be broke as a clock Niggas hustle in my hood, with they dope in they socks Niggas hustle in my hood for that green rectangle And being on top of your game, is the best angle Cause some people get money, and don't know how to act Some people get money, and don't know how to stack I'm only 18, and I got a Lac and a drop Even though I'm rich, I still eat at Jack In The Box Some people hustle what it cooks, I'm just taking it raw And I ain't never been in jail, I'm good at breaking the law Yeah I'm a young b.g., but I'm bumping and grinding You can catch me in the studio, dumping and rhyming You can check the billboard, I'm jumping and climbing And all you can say is Hump and him shining You better make your money, don't let money make you Cause when you die, where its gon take you nigga
[Scoopastar] I been making money, and I know how to keep it And I don't cherish money, even though I need it If you ain't got no money, playa you in some trouble You better learn your do's and dont's, to make your currency level The mo' money I collect, the mo' fatles people catch While you out there roaching, I'll be catching platinum checks Man this money don't make me, I make this money I can tell you ain't never had none, cause you acting funny Dummy, what you got today, will be gone tomorrow I know some niggas that was gon feed us, asking me to borrow Follow a broke nigga, and you gon be the next I like wrecking hoes, but its salary over sex What's next, if your partna turning back all your pennies I wonder how them cats'll act, if somebody gave em a Bentley I know niggas that change, when they pockets grew But when your money gone playa, what you gon do
[Lil' Flip] So what you got a little money, and now you capping Your chain really white gold, but you swear its platinum When you was broke and your gal, use to kick you out Who was the one that came through, and didn't stick you out Now you running round town, yapping and talking I was the nigga down with you, when you was rapping and walking So what you got a little deal, being real is worth more That's why I stay away from niggas, like a fake shirt store Cause when cotton gets fluffy, they quick quack like a ducky I made it in this rap game, because I'm blessed and I'm lucky I still eat at Kentucky, I'm still wearing Air Macs I still carry all my raps, in a black backpack I'm still wearing tank socks, I'm still playing John Madden I'm still wearing bandanas, with my pant leg barely sagging Some niggas claim red, some niggas claim blue But whatever you do, don't let money change you
[Chorus - 2x]
(*talking*) Y'all don't know what green rectangles is Y'all don't know y'all shapes The shape of money is a rectangle, feel that Niggas acting funny over a piece of paper Niggas killing each other over pieces of paper You read what you sell, so don't let money change you
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(*talking*) Sucka Free, Lil' Flip, Scoopastar Feel that, I wrote this song bout That little green rectangle Y'all know what I'm talking about
[Chorus - 2x] Money, hoes, that's all a nigga want Before you jump in the game, learn your do's and dont's You better change your money, don't let money change you (Your money gone playa), so what you gon do
[Lil' Flip] Now you can act like you rich, and be broke as a clock Niggas hustle in my hood, with they dope in they socks Niggas hustle in my hood for that green rectangle And being on top of your game, is the best angle Cause some people get money, and don't know how to act Some people get money, and don't know how to stack I'm only 18, and I got a Lac and a drop Even though I'm rich, I still eat at Jack In The Box Some people hustle what it cooks, I'm just taking it raw And I ain't never been in jail, I'm good at breaking the law Yeah I'm a young b.g., but I'm bumping and grinding You can catch me in the studio, dumping and rhyming You can check the billboard, I'm jumping and climbing And all you can say is Hump and him shining You better make your money, don't let money make you Cause when you die, where its gon take you nigga
[Scoopastar] I been making money, and I know how to keep it And I don't cherish money, even though I need it If you ain't got no money, playa you in some trouble You better learn your do's and dont's, to make your currency level The mo' money I collect, the mo' fatles people catch While you out there roaching, I'll be catching platinum checks Man this money don't make me, I make this money I can tell you ain't never had none, cause you acting funny Dummy, what you got today, will be gone tomorrow I know some niggas that was gon feed us, asking me to borrow Follow a broke nigga, and you gon be the next I like wrecking hoes, but its salary over sex What's next, if your partna turning back all your pennies I wonder how them cats'll act, if somebody gave em a Bentley I know niggas that change, when they pockets grew But when your money gone playa, what you gon do
[Lil' Flip] So what you got a little money, and now you capping Your chain really white gold, but you swear its platinum When you was broke and your gal, use to kick you out Who was the one that came through, and didn't stick you out Now you running round town, yapping and talking I was the nigga down with you, when you was rapping and walking So what you got a little deal, being real is worth more That's why I stay away from niggas, like a fake shirt store Cause when cotton gets fluffy, they quick quack like a ducky I made it in this rap game, because I'm blessed and I'm lucky I still eat at Kentucky, I'm still wearing Air Macs I still carry all my raps, in a black backpack I'm still wearing tank socks, I'm still playing John Madden I'm still wearing bandanas, with my pant leg barely sagging Some niggas claim red, some niggas claim blue But whatever you do, don't let money change you
[Chorus - 2x]
(*talking*) Y'all don't know what green rectangles is Y'all don't know y'all shapes The shape of money is a rectangle, feel that Niggas acting funny over a piece of paper Niggas killing each other over pieces of paper You read what you sell, so don't let money change you
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