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Money Maker Lyrics - Artist : Rick Ross
[Hook:]
It don't make sense, if it don't make that money It don't it don't make sense if it don't make that money I'mma take that money, i'mma take that I'mma imma take that money, i'mma take that I'mma imma [x2] Fuck a judge prosecutor Fuck a judge prosecutor Fuck a judge Fuck a judge fuck a judge prosecutor and the district attorney Where I'm for ah couple kilos ere thing gettin murder Its survival of fittest all these young niggas killing Slidin ina new chargers When they pull up they hittin I got kilo God gave ya life but we can repo Slidin day and night with my people Red lazer on my tazer and the home invasion It ain't no mother fuckin grazin Head shot head shots Seen them 26's so she gave me headshots It ain't about money It ain't about shit Momma made that money nigga cause it only make sense [Hook] Where that blue gotti driver? Where that big booty diver? Where that rocky roller rocka? Where that new body slider? Where yo new body benz? Show me yo re up nigga Twice ah week I'm at the jeweler tryna re up nigga Got my money up, I got my fitted low You got the 45 that's at 1054 I'm in the 57 sittin on 26's You need ah 36 just hit ah nigga Digits I gotta 7 tray Got over 80 In it it got a cooling system You'll think mercedes did it so where yo new body benz? Show me yo re up nigga def jam 5 mil And time to re up niggaaha [Hook] |
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