4 The Money Lyrics

Uh, I shipped it off and got paid
I blaze for them days, I had to work like a slave.
My nigga said he blaze for them days he was on paper,
Probation, been a long time waiting, almost drove my nigga crazy.
And yeah I understand, but that aint long as we been praying
I Ain't complaining, I'm just saying this rap shit gonna make us major.
I mapped out my plans, passed that L to my men,
Bible on my right hand I swear look out we get this paper
Now my eyes low like I'm asian, stay flow like a Haitian
Send my mama to Jamaican when I make it
I promised my girl a gold bracelet, got daughter a Mercedes
Soon as I get my pesos, no plan,
I bet a nigga ball like a Laker,
Sign my homies to the label,
Good Sense but we ain't never gave a damn.
My kicks fucked up, cause I be getting it out the mud,
I cop an ounce from cuz and smoke it all with blood, boi.

What up, Mike, that's my step-dad,
Homie taught me how to fix a flat, taught me how to bet, Young Roddy - 4 The Money - http://motolyrics.com/young-roddy/4-the-money-lyrics.html
I know that shit ain't much, but that's way more than my dad,
And now I ain't guessing, need a nigga that's my man.
But it is what it is, though, my nigga, I'm just saying.
My father done it big, step father done it big,
My momma had a gig?, so what that make me
Nigga,the man in the crib small thing to a G.
I can handle this shit, uh and that I did.
And best believe I held that shit down with ease,
Them good trees help my hard times at ease,
But good grief, man, they think life for peach?, damn.
And all this dirty money give me the need for speed,
I'm trying to find a spot to plant my money tree.
Uh, word to PIMP C, I'm sipping out this jug.
I cop an ounce from cuz and smoke it all with blood, boy.

Uh, what it's that thug life?
Nigga, it's that the thug life.
And it's that thug life.
Life