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Lamont Dozier - Money Talks lyrics
[Sticky Fingaz]
 Twas the night before twistmas
 And all through the house
 We had guns and money around
 Layin' on the couch
 Was dressed with black jewelry this time
 Mmmmmm, c'mon
 [Sticky Fingaz]
 Everybody want me, I created thieves
 Why I'm almost as important as the air you breathe
 I been through hard times, when it wasn't enough for me
 Stick a weak kid'll have you livin' in luxury
 I'm the reason niggas sellin' drugs to fiends
 I'm the reason Mr. Simpson got off clean
 I'm the reason some parents gotta bury they kids
 And I'm the reason why your cousin on the run from feds
 I've been through customs, borders
 I've been handled by authorities
 Drove people crazy when they couldn't see more of me
 I've been saved, I've been buried alive
 Say my name enough and any nigga testify
 Who you think lead that whole seller ass that time
 All by myself, I created black on black crime
 I'm America's most, I'm tadded up with Ghostt
 Even my hand got big, from net to gross
 I'm emotionless, yet I breathe jealousy and envy
 People kill for me or die to defend me
 But in the end am I really worth the sun
 Rich people make me work for them
 And poor people work for me
 Who am I? Nigga I'm money
 Who am I? Nigga I'm money
 [Hook - Raekwon the Chef]
 See the gun wound, went down for you
 Who ran up in the house, duke
 Caught one from he and for who
 When niggas was ready to murder me
 You stayed up in the crib, like a bitch
 Lookin' ill, and it's lurkin' me (for who?)
 I got stabbed for youLamont Dozier - Money Talks - http://motolyrics.com/lamont-dozier/money-talks-lyrics.html
 Yo, shot up the ass for you
 Should stop blowin' the cabs for you (for who?)
 Chill, some niggas called crabs for you
 Holdin' them garbage bags for you
 Ill, blowin them hags for you
 [Sticky Fingaz]
 I resort to evil, I don't grow on trees
 I'm called by different names, chips, scrilla, cream
 And I'm always green whether dirty or clean (Wooooeeee!)
 Gettin' ya hands on me is the American dream
 I'm more powerful than God, or Razale
 Cause when you pray to God nigga, you pray for me
 I'm an exchange hand to hand, with heavy weapontry
 This one couple fucked on me, and slept on me
 Up in the dice games niggas stepped on me
 Bet on me, couldn't pay, bled on me
 I enslaved populations, and controled masses
 I come in all forms, coins, paper, plastic
 Even credit, I owe you
 You work for me nigga, I own you
 If you are smart, you make me work for you
 All ya life you try and get me and it's hurtin' you
[Hook - Raekwon the Chef]
 [Sticky Fingaz]
 If you had a million of me, what would you do with me yo?
 Would you blow me in a month and have nothin' to show
 Or would you invest in me and watch me grow
 Take me to the streets and flip me from, do' to sto' to do'
 I underseen things I wish I hadn't seen
 I came between loved ones and families
 A nigga kill his old man to get his hands on me
 Got secret ensciptions, examine me
 Wanna find me, the bank machine is where I be
 And showed 'em to a hundred grand, F.D.I.C.
 I'm more notorious than the B.I.G.
 I'm so money, who don't wanna be like me
[Hook - Raekwon the Chef] 2x








