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Dr Dre - Money (feat. King T) - Текст песни

[King T] 
I never wanted to work for muthafuckas 
That told me what to do, so I did my own thing 
Sometimes shit got thick, but I made it through 
Now I'm stackin chips everytime the phone ring 
I'm in a world of liars and carnivores 
Caught between fires, dope dealin suppliers 
But I must maintain, think on a level much higher 
This shit ain't worth a 25 to lifer 
People always askin me how I made it in this trade 
Papparazzi got my biz front page 
Well, all I gotta say is it's a good livin' 
Beside cars and women this shit gets the bills paid 

[CHORUS] 
(People of the world, what we're livin for?) 
That money (money) fast money (money) yeah 
(People of the world, what we're dyin for?) 
That money (money) fast money (money) yeah 
(Everybody's goin crazy for) 
That money (money) fast money (money) yeah 
(Fuckin with your head, I can get some of yo) 
Money (money) cash money (money) yeah 

[Dr. Dre] 
How many niggas can say they got they own 
Got they shit together, got a a nice stash to do whatever 
Ah, you're sittin at home, hatin on the next man 
That's makin cheddar, tryin to get his shit together 
I dreamed of hittin licks when I first got in the mix 
Way back when DJ's was heavy in the crates for breaks 
And ain't a damn thing changed 
But me movin out the firin range to a plushed out estate 
Small technicalities y'all heard for years 
Niggas with the problems always out to battle me 
But I gets my swerve on, don't give a fuck 
It's just a nigga talkin shit about his bullshit salary 

[CHORUS] 

[King T] 
Since talk is extra it's cut short like Webster's 
Show me the money or invest this 
I'm street smart, fuck a lecture 
Messin with mine'll get you put on a stretcher 
Lock your jaw like a pitbull apply the pressure 
Straight bout it, buildin ideas with self-made millionaires 
To get the dancefloors crowded 
Hah, how's that black, limousine pull up on the scene 
Ladies clean, deja-vu's of a wet dream 
I got enough cream to cater women 
For any chick that can fade me more than Henny 
Plus the remedy to make that hard shit 
At the end of each quarter I'm reapin the largeset harvest 
If I ain't in L.A. sippin Alizé 
Plottin how to make a meal ticket in a day 
All I gotta say it's a good livin 
Besides cars and women this shit gets the bills paid 

[CHORUS x2] 

The root of all evil 
And I got a gang of that shit 
Whaaaat! 

(Money makes the world go round 
Money makes the world go round)
   
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