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Youngbloodz - It's the money / fake id lyrics
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 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 f**ked 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
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 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 gotYoungbloodz - It's the money / fake id - http://motolyrics.com/youngbloodz/its-the-money-fake-id-lyrics.html
 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
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 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
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