[Intro: Sample]
I mean, I understand it’s a business
But come on, make an another reason why you made it for 50-60 dollars
I find dollar records that, that is, you know, and that’s the truth
Because they all, they all start at a dollar
The guy that showed you that beat and it becomes so popular
He got it for a dollar or 50 cents, he didn’t pay two hundred dollars for it (he payed 50 dollars)
And you know, he didn’t pay anything for it
He payed a dollar, two dollars
Five dollars, tops
Now all of a sudden the fucking record is two hundred-something dollars
No, no, no, no, fuck that
*beat starts*
[Intro: Vinnie Paz]
Yeah
We on that Freshco & Miz shit our here, pop
Listen, one two, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz]
Listen, money, you ain’t gettin’ nothin’ from me
And the eighth of sour diesel medication for me
And the shit you spit — that’s awful than vapin’ to me
All you get is hard work and dedication for me
And my brother Stoupe, he cook in a basement with me
That was years ago, now it’s like it’s ancient to me
We the definition how you age gracefully, B
I’m a God-fearer, ya’ll more of Satan to me
I don’t fuck with swine, ya’ll a piece of bacon to me
Ya’ll as soft as baby shit, ya’ll are jaded to me
This is complicated, ya’ll do what too basically
And being scary was never a sensation for me
The best record ever made it take a nation to me
And this microphone it was always faithful to me
It cost money just to have a conversation with me
Time is money, dummy, I ain’t got the patience in me, yuh
[Verse 2]
Listen, yeah
Listen money, you ain’t gettin notta from me
Not a penny, not a nickel, not a dollar from me
All offending in the Gucci or the Prada for me
Get a job, muhfucka, stop botherin’ me
?See I looked in Nicodemo? like a father to me
My work effort too crazy [?]
All you dirty mothafuckers should be honoring me
It’s been twenty years I’m tryna take my aura from me
What you see as glamour life is like a horror to me
I ain’t tryna lead a crib, it’s always drama for me
That’s the reason why I always got the lama on me
Cause they tryna hang a motherfuckin’ charge over me
Ain’t no judge in his right mind pardoning me
He gon’ throw the book at me, ain’t no buggin’ for me
I’m a bad lieutenant, you just like a sergeant to me
Build with gods on another level, father degree, yeah