[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, its the money that got you in this thang  From gettin' squirreled for a buck out in this world    [hook]