Money Manifesto

Money in my veins
 I need it like I'm anemic
 Million dollar visions I seen it
 Ball out like Willy Beaman
 Living my dream
 Pinch me I'm dreaming
 Life's a bitch and money make her cum
 So I keep her creaming
 Scared money make no money
 Ain't nothing we fearing
 Cha-Ching the sound of the money
 That's all that I'm hearing
 Dollar signs the sight of the money
 That's all I'm seeing
 M's, commas and bands
 The slang that I'm speaking
 Rain, hail, sleet or snow
 I get it whatever the season
 Watch your homies
 Cause they can be down for the treason
 Money the root of all evil
 Shit I pray I'm forgiven
 If it ain't about the Lucci
 Man what the f*ck is you thinking
 Life is but a game so I play this b*tch to win
 All I need In this life of sin
 Is my mother f*cking money
 Where my mother f*cking money?
 C.O.D. the money
 My call of duty
 My life ain't scripted but swear
 The music like a movie
 Take a hit of this dope music
 Have you like Pookie
 High like Cooley
 Fly like two three
 Kill you with two moves
 Checkmate your king like Rudy
 I spit in codes
 Hold up don't lose me
 Straight to the top out the blue
 They be like whose he
 Running circles round you lames
 No shirt thuggin like Bruce lee
 Getting paid to ride on tracks
 Call me Suzuki
 Flow so funkdafied
 Like Da Brat and Jermaine Dupri
 Get me big houses Fancy cars
 And iced out jewelry
 Get it on my own you can't sell me dreams
 Ain't no fooling me
 Time is money and I ain't got none to lose
 Get rich or die trying, so what you choose?
 My, my, my, motherf*cking money
 I want my motherf*cking money!
 It's just me and the Lucci
 I gives a f*ck about y'all
 I'm Just stacking these bands
 Till they taller than John Wall
 Sitting on top world of the world
 Haters pray for the downfall
 I ain't worried at all
 Hit em up like Pac did Biggie Smalls
 In love with the Lucci
 Like pussy, weed, alcohol
 Keep it moving like G-6
 On flight I never stall
 I ain't slipping at all
 Man it's win, lose no draw
 You can hate on the grind
 Like Silkk said "it ain't my fault"
 You got to crawl 'fore you ball
 I'm the shit plus the stall
 I done paid my dues
 They know bout me, who is y'all?
 I been getting this Lucci
 Since you was 4 feet tall
 It's N.E.P. forever
 Stand united never fall
 Obsessed with this money making, I got to get paid
 Billion dollar dreams on my grind, I'm wide awake
 For that motherf*cking money
 I want my motherf*cking money!