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("Money, forget the mo-ney") [Chorus:] ("Money") The root of all evil deceivin' Cause even my closest people tryin' to get me for my ("money") Cause envy breeds jealousy Jealousy breeds HATE, they on the taste for the ("money") Now where do I begin? They send you out to reel you back in and it's all for the ("money") Cause envy breeds jealousy Jealousy breeds HATE, they on the taste for the ("money") ("Get you some, money") Hahaha, yeah... My biggest gift and my curse More money, more problems, tell me what's worse Gettin' audited by the government, givin' up millions to the IRS or havin' to take a paternity test from a BITCH I never met! (oh!) I'm gettin' sued by my own family member (what?) All cause my dog bit her And she was the one who walked up and put her hand out and now she got her hand out It's drivin' me crazy, almost as if this shit was planned OUT! (fuck~!) What else can anybody do to me? It ain't new to me when every time I turn around another money hungry motherfucker suin' me Truthfully (ohh!) I've had it up to here And it don't help that Forbes reports what I'm makin every year SongtexteThey listen closely! And I was really simonized that I was told to go to school, graduate and get a job But I'm a hip-hop cash king, rapper from the South And everybody wants the easy way out, and it's all for the [Chorus] Hahaha... Yeah, rappers foreclosin' on their houses (fo'real) Can't keep up the payments, they owe a couple hundred THOU-sand (oh!) Say they makin' millions and bills steady pillin' Diamonds on they neck, they kids' stomach out here growlin' (rrrr!) Get your priorities in order nigga You talk about it, but you really can't afford it nigga That car you bought depreciated once you drove off No wonder why baby momma wanna knock your FUCKIN' nose off! (BLAHH!) Half the industry goin' bankrupt You see 'em smilin' in the club with their drinks up (cheers) Don't let that television fool ya Off camera they sweatin' and stressin', my young students, let me school ya The diamonds ain't worth half what you bought them for (no) Soon all that Gucci don't fit and now you out of dough One day your pocket's alright and now they all wrong Fuck you gon' do when it's all gone? Talkin' 'bout the [Chorus] [Rick Ross:] Lemme talk to these hoes, woadie Uhh {"M-M-M-M"} Uh, imagine bein' worth a 100 mil' Your potentials of havin' a billion is only real Images, more bitches and they named in your will A new Mercedes, a baby, your aim was to chill You choose a pussy or pop a bottle, grow half a mil' All you wanted was some entertainment All she wanted was some litigation Exploitin' a simple penetration Tellin' the courtroom that I'm being evasive She wanted to walk into the SunTrust She made me sign over my little son's trust Take away the joy my little daughter brings Bitch even wanted to take my daughter's rings Misfortunes of a rich nigga You watch BET while she look at the big picture HUH! {"Maybach Music"} [Chorus] The best things in life are earned, not bought Heheh... Aus Songtexte Mania