Traduction: À vie. Money.
But that's just common sense You call me up and talk About money I don't want to hear anymore About money Look what people do Trying to get their money
your money Because it means so much to you (And all your money) Why does it mean so much to you? You speak the land of greed I'm talking a world of need Money
got money now I don't care What you say About me Anymore I've got money now I wouldn't trade a dollar for some sense I wouldn't trade a lifetime
ever did, was wanna shine Make enough money, just so I could support mine All the days of my life, I been on my grind Laws trying to lock me down, for a lifetime
nigga I got to get it Money if I win puts my mind at ease Cause I be praying on my knees got to get this cheese This a lifetime, and ain't no turning
] [Verse 1:] I'm a bad block crook out hurr runnin wild Bout to run up on your ass Tommy gun style Call me One-eyed Willy since I sleep with my clothes Make money
ll share with you two Know, niggaz gon' hate you for whatever you do Now rule one -- get your cash on, M.O.B. That's Money Over Bitches, cause they breed
young don, and to the gangstas until they post pone, to all the hustlas that's on the cash grind, to those we lost to war lookin' for a lifetime, I do
hand He'll wrap you in his arms and tell you that you've been a good boy He'll rekindle all of those dreams it took you a lifetime to destroy He'll
want to surrender Your familiar arms, I remember We've been going transcontinental Got no car, we just take a rental But we don't have the money (money
fell for a lover's scam Right from the start you took love fun passion While I did all of the giving.. I want my money back The sale is over You keep you lifetime
to Hollywood One way tickets, my niggas and no fear Some said that we was trippin' the mission was so clear Don't wanna go there, the money was over there
rotten, bitch, when I spot 'em I'ma drop 'em [Layzie] Surrounded bby violence my nigga I'm bound to just live a lifetime And this shrink wanna get inmy
's your last chance in this lifetime The line forms to the rear You won't believe your eyes Your eyes will not believe youre ears Get your money out,
have five minks No care for what it is I'm gone You tell me it's hard, I bet it is Hot chick, what I need your money for Let you give me five karats You
with the small fry's and average half pinters While playa haters turn bitch like they have vaginas Cause we see them dollar signs and let the cash blind us Money