and ready, exploited be thy name 'Cause after you have money things are never quite the same I don't care for money, and money's not for me The money
! life is such a lonely place when theres no one you can trust... no one to trust... money... changes everything money... changes everything money money money ... changes everything money
and ready, "exploited" be thy name, 'cuase after you have money things are never quite the same! I don't care for money, and money's not for me, The money
lonely place when theres no one you can trust... no one to trust... money... changes everything money... changes everything money money money ... changes everything money
Übersetzung: Choking Victim. Money.
Übersetzung: Choking Victim. Money Changes Everything.
and ready, "exploited" be thy name, 'cuase after you have money things are never quite the same! I don't care for money, and money's not for me, the money
ready, "exploited" be thy name, 'cuase after you have money things are never quite the same! I don't care for money, and money's not for me, the money
ziplock So sin, sip gin, and lil' mo heart run up, nut up And flipped in, than slipped the clip in, mistakin' the bloody victims Ever if ya test nuts
contract! Dressed in black I stalk my prey Parabellum in a leather attache Low tones I speak, I speak to few Just give me the money and who the fuck
lose money chasing women, never lose, women chasing money Niggaz is broke, plus the wolves is hungry Morgues full of dead niggaz who is taking money
G] Well are you high yet Can you recollect ya talk shit you get checked Mr. Smutly I'm not a punk thief let me break thee, smoke thee, choke thee and
contract Dressed in black, I stalk my prey Parabellum in a leather attache Low tones I speak, I speak to few Just give me the money and who the fuck
no creepin' up outta the ziplock So sin, sip gin, and lil' mo heart run up, nut up And flipped in, than slipped the clip in Mistakin' the bloody victims
Fuckin' 'round in this court You know what I'm sayin'? It's all about the money, baby If it ain't about the money, it ain't about shit To all you niggas
wit' cats and dogs become meat All that is sacred My body lay naked Aching for some weeks, maybe it was a hostage taken Some money making Jamaican High
