Hook      Now it's the money, that make this here world round'   And it's the money, that make you wanna lay niggas down   And it's the money, that make you and your best buddy fight   But when you ain't got shit, everything is tight   Cause it's the money, that make you wanna flex for them hoes   And it's the money, thats keepin' your nose full of that blow   And it's the money, that make you think that you bulletproof   But niggas 'll do what it takes, just to come up on loot      I came in this thang, a little short on change   All I had was a dime, couple rhymes, and my name   Tryin' to get in where I fit, stuck in this red dirt   Plannin' a way to get this money, but I can't get no work   See some niggas live, and some niggas die   I was hip to the game, can't let no time fly by   And though it's the money, that make you wanna shine   But believe it's the money, that make you want mine   Now nigga for real, got to pay them bills   Money got you fucked up, lay em' down for his   But homeboy still, you ain't even came up   The same way you got it, see your ass gonna get stuck   Thats tought from me, straight from a young buck   If your shoes ain't tied, then you bound to trip up   This money here, is a dangerous weapon, never get attached   You'd better count your blessin's nigga      Hook      Uh, ever since them first red and black jordans   Till' when you couldn't get nothin'   For that little girl that you were courtin'   And done always been bout' how much paper you got   That money can get you a little twat, if you ain't gettin' off your rock   That money can make you, or break you   Them police shake you, cause your ridin' big-boy six hundred   Like a nigga ain't supposed to have nuttin', thats worth a lil' somethin'   The reason niggas gettin' chickens in and kickin' in doors   Flippin' jags and burbans, living life dirty   You gotta get it in, the only way you know how   Whether you click-click-pow or you delivering flowers   Let the bullet rain showers on the nigga who you know got that flow   Then took his ass straight out the door, for a few g's   A couple of oz's, and now you broke next week   Them little green court papers'll get you caught up in capers   Gone sour, money got niggas dying by the hour      Hook      Now is it me, or is it that you can't take it like a man   And stand in these streets and hold your own like a man   And man, ain't it sad, that your man hud (hid) and ran   From the time you started talkin' that shit, just like a man   So do what you can, cause see you lookin' kinda shawt'   Cause indeed you gone bleed on your knees, for now you've lost   In this maze, tryin' to find another way, just to escape all them filthy ways   So shake it off, and shake it loose, just as I've come to say   This ain't no dream, as you gleam, just as you cross between   Them foolish things, for that ol' green, got you seein' things   So what you mean, it's the money that got you in this thang   From gettin' squirreled for a buck out in this world      Hook