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[Ebony Eyez
Ayo...Tar... you

from Trackboys Talking]
Yeah..uh

[Ebony
Do This..

[Chorus -
Look..uh..
Money ain't never me...
Dawg, ain't a movie
This is life, so why you tryin' to do me?
Sit back and relax and about the past
And make your next move your best, it might be your

- Ebony Eyez]
Look..
Money ain't move me..
Bitch this ain't a
This is life, so why you tryin' to do me?
Sit back and relax and think the past
And make your move your best, it might be your last

[Verse 1:
Look...
Money make the man
but still, I
if you ain't gettin' dough, what the fuck you in this
I see you chasin hoes, and all your fancy
you say you hate the music, why you at the show?
all that yappin' mean?
how the fuck fit the plan?
where the fuck you from
you ain't my land
I see you in the club, in the corner
with all little thugs, go pop a bottle of bub
and think about it
and drink your problems
before a nigga out here on the streets you solve them
see, I mad at ya
I'm just to relax you
and you somethin' homie, before them killers snatch you
I try to keep it
Keith been around the world
and understood how a man could act like a girl
but see I'm just a
and this is world
and I wish you the
so get it off chest

- Tarboy]

[Chorus - Eyez]

[Verse 2 - Ebony
Louie, made my purse
well, he ain't this verse
some people put they first, and don't care who they hurt
always talkin' how they: finna do this and finna do that
get that new benz and finna buy they girl a cadillac
I try to mind my business, they at me with a vengence
don't know I'm young and visicious and know how to them fist-es
say I dont keep it real, (what?) say I ain't got the
(we) mad cause I got a deal, give a fuck how you feel
I represent the and that's the way you gotta be
and my album drop, some people gon' be mad at me
bitches don't listen, don't wanna play position
ain't got a pot to piss in, but they they self dissin'
your next move should always be your best
never follow what the do, and they'll respect you
Cause money come and go, don't front you don't know
and when it's all spend up and gone, you got shit to show

[Chorus -

- Ebony Eyez]

[Verse 3:
Now my baby mama hate the fact, now I'm gettin' scratch
so she go and react, hold up man, matter of a
now that I'm thinkin' back, when I had no scratch
no ice, or no 'lac, hold up Kwon it back
now was you gon'
that's I hate the fact, I laid her on her back
(hold up man, say that)
nah, let me the facts
y'all know I love my son, but she care about if he got some air force ones
Now ain't that shit dumb? Now where we both come
Like all life, you grew up running around spending funds
We was broke as Hammer, for pajamas
Cribs small as llamas, eating flakes and bananas
Now it's vests and Hummers, we fucked the summer
The only reason, cause your man be tryin to take me
So now I sit and wonder, I ain't got no clue
And yes it's true, that the might have moved you

[Chorus -

[Chorus - Ebony