VERSE 1 You know you got a lil somethin somethin When the checks start comin And you grew up with nothin The meals aint stretchin And the Bills aint stressin Got the ill shit electric And you still aint accustomed New Money Used to be the food stamp lunchie... King Sized Used to be the Boot Camp bunkie... From Studio to TwoStories, fam gotta eat up... The Jones got 3 what? You know you gotta keep up F Livin Large, New Money livin DELUXE... Walkin out the Mall, lookin awe, from the feet up... Gd up... Guest list in all the VIP clubs You used to bring the fake I.D. trynna sneak up In highschool invisible You didnt speak up... Now we see you... You actin like you dont see us The people that you grew up with... You dont callem back Now they think That you think That youre all of that... HOOK Say Make Money Money Make Money Money Money Some people pirates and Tyrants they take Money Money My Pockets wanna be Giant I save Money Money From Michigan to Switzerland Bank Money Money Spend Money bring it to an end Money Money Some hands Bloody Murda Kill Kill for the Money... My soul not for sale but I deal with the Money Little House on the Hill but its still Money Money VERSE 2 Welcome to New Money Country Full of new Funny Duddies Old crew Buddy Buddy... Here you see the most Obscure types Turn into the most Popular guy or girl over night... The Bank cant hide new money YOU THE MAN now YOU a STAND out Everybody got they hands out At your door Pocket tugofwar Weigh your pants down... This give a gold digger tickets to Advance now... Back then you couldnt get the number... But now she gave you the address, the place where she slumber... Just in case you thought she had a change of heart... The only change, come in small bills... She will accept a credit card HOOK Make Money Money Fake Money Money Money The Church say the Hurst Cars Faith Money Money No Papes, in the Chase for that case full of Money No Pace to Waste in ya Race for the Money VERSE 3 How somebody with an NFL salary Go to jail, trying to sale a Hundred dollar bag of weed? New Money might take you out the Ghetto But it cant take the Ghetto out of you If you asking me She drove a Nissan, Never had no Gas... Now she drive E Class... Still got No class... Loud in the Restaurant Sailor kinda vocab... She Claim that she keepin it real, psssh... Dont ask... New Money make you Change your ways... You used to Claim LayAway But now you same day takeaway... A New car, New Place to stay... The situations look different... But some things never change... You used to go to the Park shootin fade aways Now you in the Backyard, both rims Breakaway... You used to turn the game on to see the Picture But now you wanna see the Pistons... Season tickets... Old money in the Burbs livin way good Here comes the New Money There goes the Neighborhood...
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