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(One two y'all, ya stop) --> KRS-One

(VERSE 1: Shorty)
Back in the days we to hit Pitkin Av
Knapsack strapped on my back cause everything got
In sight, when I got put out put up a
Then I flight, all you seen was a streak of light
Ghost, you didn't catch me if you to
I broke, it's time to catch some wreck, where's my
Hit up the ball (?), fill up the pad with
Pump shit on the block and make at two g's
I even hit the pocket, I got knocked
One time, two times, shit, couldn't stop it
I had to make my loot, I had to make my
So I took my 'Lo and Guess, then bumped the
On the ave, it's all the green
And niggas who make mad green know what I
So if you in the house and you what it's about
Gettin paid, come on, let me you shout

(CHORUS)
Make money, money, make money, money, (4X)
money, money, take money, money, money (4X)

(VERSE 2: Shorty)
I got to get paid, and I quick fast
And if it the cash then that ass get blast
in New York nowadays is like damn
Cause if you're broke nobody wants to be man
the girls when it come to gettin game
You got to have the loot plus the gear to
I take the heat, there's a strain on my brain
And when my are broke my heart feels the pain
I gotta get a cause I might just flip
I'm thinkin of a vic, my crew and my clip?
It's a jack, take fuckin hand off the wheel
Turn around slowly, bitch, you know the
(Shorty, you crazy) Nah, I need
And I'ma do I gotta do, where's my flow?
I wanna the mic, flip the script and get paid
But if I a daydream, damn, I'm gettin played
Word to my meals, no frills, go
And if you wanna makin dough let me know
I rather get with the paid program
You can your fame and fuck who's the man
I scheme and I scheme I go get the green
And if you want a scene of the money
Niggas (?) hit the
in the house, if you want dough
You to let me know

(CHORUS)

(VERSE 3: Shorty)
I'm gettin kinda old, now my moms wanna
Up out the crib, damn, I hit a fuckin lick
The house ain't clean and the rent's
I hear the line, yeah, "I do it all for you"
You do it all for me but all I is my own
I wanna represent, so I keep known
That I'm for the dough and nothin but the pres
Uncle Sam and the bullshit he says
You got to get paid says the man on the
See a fly shortie good, push up on her
Now I'm like the man cause I bring home the
Shit is mad real, kid, no move-fakin
On the streets of New York, whatever you
It seems like only poor people eat
Word to my herb, make your in the spot
If you wanna get paid, let me see you lick one

(CHORUS)