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[Verse 1: Wrekonize] Lemme get my grind on I been moving like a cyclone Through the years Keeping rhyme strong All to eat and keep the mother fucking lights on What your problem is shit we got jobs will saying that they just high profile Speaking to eat and keeping the street under your feet whenever kids are trying To beef cuz they got no style I see you touring the show making the thickest of women get low Must be the shit so mother fucking legit to get a grip from the hip exit get the Dough Shit I got boo coo fees to relieve I ain't free still gotta pay taxes Still Gotta meet Uncle Sam's demand And god damn still hide a couple stacks under the mattress What you think this is you really think I got balls in the lotto You think I got a money tree full of leaves and I bleed out green got a cellar full of bottles This is life ain't it money come money go cuz it quite tainted all nuttin but a Thing cuz it ain't really [Hook] No such thing as easy money I don't care what they say No such thing as easy money I don't care what they say No such thing as easy money Still i spend it away SongtexteLet em hate Easy money I don't care what they say There's no such thing as easy [Verse 2: Wrekonize] Money will come and go quicker than the air that's gets up into your lungs Breathing heavier than normal and it's steady for months My lady just wanna See me more than a second for once It's a fucked up game full of pain huh we all working through the process My conditioning's conditioned cuz I'm steady on a mission for the better life And getting all these Objects obsessed What a life we all paying a price to be bathed in the light i been wanting to Know if you feeling alien tonight cuz i never really seem to feel that safe in The sights Wall Street fucks with they suit and the tie Getting bread but to get it they be losing they pride Always kept cool even when they ruin my tide I've always envied those who just came out to shoot at the sky I been hustling since i was old enough to get a buck and live up to the meaning of a dollar Got a job pushing shopping carts and taking bullshit from a jacked up douche in a collar Huh I was 15 acting like the money would be better for the status of my Karma But nothing's easy and i keep telling my momma [Hook] [Verse 3: Bun B] See everybody wanna be the man With the master plan that's on the top They want the cars Want the clothes Want the broads And the bottles to pop But when ya sittin out on the throne Laid back chillin being the king With the watch and the chain And the pinky ring You better watch your back for all the hate it bring See everybody goon love yo ass when you broke as a joke And you not a threat But soon as you get that bread and you start turning heads Watch how jealous they get When your status is elevated You kind of made it and you get some change If they don't get what they think they suppose to get Then motherfuckers start acting strange Pointing fingers talking down Acting funny when you come around Next thing you know you the talk of the town Use to have a smile now you got a frown You ain't know that's the price of fame And that's what it cost to be in this game You better be built for it or stay in your lane men [Hook] Aus Songtexte Mania