Money Bank 2
Let the stream of cash in, flood-gate
Like the Casino, I'll keep chips in your plate
Big-ballin', throw it in the pot, high stakes
Don't sleep, keep watch for fakes and snakes
So much dead pres' to burn, it's a crime
Surprised I ain't in the Feds, doing hard time
Making all this cash, you could say I invented it
Moving fast, speeding, put up a road-block, no preventin' it
I'm on a roll, pull out the spikes, can't flatten my tire
Gettin' this money on the low, but it takes me higher
Selling Mary J, Molly, and that white girl, no prostitution
Moving X and D, in the middle of finding a solution
I ain't doing algebra, money plus problems equals murder
Money talks, and all I hear from you is a murmur?
You poor, but I ain't talking 'bout serving drinks
I'm Balling, my chain's like a fence, got a lot of links
Back then, they locked me out, cash was the key to the door
I started from the bottom, got it from the floor
Dirty money, let it accumulate, sweep it with a broom
Wipe-out the marks with a mop, keep a clean room
Money keeps me ahead of the game, avoid defeat
I'm on the road to success, it's a one-way street
Copyright © Arcene Janvier | Year Posted 2013
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