- Votes:
- Composers:
- Edward Jr. Hinson
- Anthony Henderson
- Steven Howse
- Charles Scruggs
- Bryon Mccane
- Dutch Robinson
 
- See also:
Bone Thugs N Harmony - Money, Money lyrics
All my life, all my life, all my life
 I ain't, never had nothing
 Thangs can get rough, when you live in the ghetto
 You gotta survive, no matter the pain
 Nigga be hurting, life'll be hurting
 But nigga for certain, this is the game
 Man don't let them win, never let the system think they got you
 If you relentless they can't stop you let 'em hang, they gone watch you
 Yeah, we the enemies of the world, won't let no territories homie
 You got to get up, get out and get something, that's what they told me
 Back in the days didn't have a pot to piss, went to throw it at 'em
 Now I'm balling doing my damn thang, laughing at them dollas
 Holla, holla, if you hear me shorty, I'ma live everyday
 Like it's my last, only the winner gone get the glory
 What you thought, I play for keeps
 Put it down wicked in these streets
 Heavily armored with the heat
 Just in case a nigga want some beef
 Being broke I know the feeling, that's why I'm paper chasing this cash
 Better be smart and keep a stash, never know how long it's gone last
 You do the math, hustling niggas multiply like mountains
 Bone Thugs, Little Layzie 30 million and counting, come on
 Money, money, the mighty dolla, dolla
 Got to get my grind on, grind on, grind on
 I don't wanna be broke no more
 Money, money, the mighty dolla, dolla
 Got to get my grind on, grind on, grind on
 I don't wanna be broke no more
 You ain't worthy, none of you niggas could stop me
 And none of you niggas could hurt me
 If worse come to worse, I'ma get down and dirty
 Though the Ouija can't curse me, NWA
 Eazy E, that's the nigga that birthed me, hey
 Thug style motherfucker, live forget ends
 I'd never testify, Satan can't divide my piers
 No weakness inside my fears
 Drop tears, for niggas that died
 I'm gonna safe divide, mind gone
 And I think I'm running out of time
 The goddamn baby's daddy
 And I'm gonna damned to hell, if I don't abide
 And that's why I yell, B E N Z we ride
 Straight to the corner, down to the side
 In the B E N Z we
 Roll around the corner with the, F O R T
 S C V and a nigga can't fuck with me
 Not even the devil with B O N E
 T H U G, spell it motherfucker
 Money, money, the mighty dolla, dolla
 Got to get my grind on, grind on, grind on
 I don't wanna be broke no more
 Money, money, the mighty dolla, dolla
 Got to get my grind on, grind on, grind on
 I don't wanna be broke no more
 Scandalous, straight up out of the hood type nigga
 Stick ups, robberies, do we did gives a fuck nigga
 See all ways to money so we mashing, we dashing
 Get paid around parting give me twist a thug and I get up, in that assBone Thugs N Harmony - Money, Money - http://motolyrics.com/bone-thugs-n-harmony/money-money-lyrics.html
 I'm here to get that money keep it coming, show me love
 We made this, gotta get mine wanna slip, it's about mine
 It's harder to get, I'm serious not playing that's the pay wits
 The streets have come back, real fast on that ass feel me
 'Cause I don't wanna be broke no more
 Standing in front of the liquor store, with rocks no more
 'Cause my man, never had nothing to done that
 It's like reversing time on my mind, I can't go back, fuck that
 Money, money, the mighty dolla, dolla
 Got to get my grind on, grind on, grind on
 And I don't wanna be broke no more
 Money, money, the mighty dolla, dolla
 Got to get my grind on, grind on, grind on
 I don't wanna be broke no more
 I came up a nigga that never had nothing but hard times
 I was always grinding and talking up out of the hood
 Into the bullshit, but I'm surviving
 I got to get me some money man, put it down for the General
 A nigga'd rob your ass, if I caught a nigga flossing cash
 What it was four niggas and we punk niggas
 But you no niggas got us scared, a couple more green
 To get up for everything reach the scene, clean
 And we was the niggas that stood on the block
 With a couple of rocks and a glock with the cops
 Can't nobody have the nuts to say our name
 They call me the Dummy Man
 I'm sell him a fat twenty piece and then I reach for the bomb
 'Cause the things they get awfully man
 Wanna see what I put them shit come
 Took 'em for they last dollar, holla
 Man I ain't giving a fuck it's do or die
 So get on the ground, lay it down
 Give me some money my nigga, pow
 I ain't waiting I need it now
 Ain't too much changed
 I'm still on the grind in deuce double O deuce
 I'm just a little more serious
 'Bout my reefer and my dough
 Show me the money
 Money, money, the mighty dolla, dolla
 Got to get my grind on, grind on, grind on
 I don't wanna be broke no more
 Money, money, the mighty dolla, dolla
 Got to get my grind on, grind on, grind on
 I don't wanna be broke no more
 Let me hear you say make money, money
 Make money, money, make it
 Let me hear you say take money, money
 Take money, money, take it
 Let me hear you say make money, money
 Make money, money, make it
 Let me hear you say take money, money
 Take money, money, take it
 Take it
 Dolla bill y'all, that dolla bill y'all
 I gotta, gotta, gotta have that dolla bill y'all
 Dolla bill y'all, that dolla bill y'all
 I gotta, gotta, gotta have that dolla bill y'all









