Joe Budden - Money's On Me Lyrics
Joe Budden Lyrics
Money's On Me Lyrics
I'm the best that ever did it,
Shoe in for the race,
But I'm turning blue in the face,
I been holding my breath,
waiting on the rest of yall to get it,
then your whole perception of who you view as a legend,
till probably change,
so its probably best they don't admit it,
they wont televise the revolution,
I figured out a solution,
All you need now is the net to be a witness,
Positive if you want to test him for the sickness,
You'll be begging for forgiveness,
Meanwhile I push the pedal on the stick shift,
Metal on the misfit just in case its ever on,
CRACCCCCCCK, anything my breath is on,
And if you misunderstood that get Rosetta Stone nigga,
If you thinking Ima respond to you, no I wont,
They say the devil wears Prada, no I don't,
Into the art and my passion for the bars,
More then fashion its a mindstate that other stars lacking.
If you and your team get bread, why hate
You're not getting it, tell me why is there a wait,
I'm talking to everybody in the tri-state,
That's New York, Connecticut, my state,
Whatever hip hop has turned into is different than my mental,
I let yall continue with the minstrel,
et cetera, me I'm just a replica,
Of what two turntables a mic by a cold park bench do,
Stop it frauds, cant mock it cos its raw,
I'm the closest thing to cardboard boxes on the floor,
Anytime the track is up, jail cells acting up,
Living room bagging up, subway tagging up,
And niggas say I lost my mind,
I know where to locate it if need be, believe me,
On Pandora with the rest of my kind,
Now you owe cause I invested my time
When the gun blow,
and the shots fall,
And the smoke clears,
Well be right here, screaming out
Whatever niggas wanna do,
My moneys on me, hope your moneys on you
When the gun blow,
and the shots fall,
And the smoke clears,
Well be right here, screaming out
Whatever niggas wanna do,
My moneys on me, hope your moneys on you
Its a mans sport, damn yall the shows here,
Yall can camcord, backpacker without the Jansport,
Tight jeans, weird style, I don't rap politics,
Socially aware, but I rather not acknowledge it,
Sneaking in dorms, but wasn't on no college shit,
How they think I'm crazy, what I'm showing them is moderate,
You damn right I talk a lot of shit (why?)
Cos I don't mind playing dodgeball with hollow tips,
No success having, living off old times,
In 010 you dragging that old shine back from 09,
I don't get you, every interview my dick in your mouth,
I wasn't that blessed when I was with you,
Why they wanna make c4 ignite,
Benzino called him weird, he couldn't be more right,
Too busy trying to do what you incapable of,
Time is money when it comes to mine take it in blood
When the gun blow,
and the shots fall,
And the smoke clears,
Well be right here, screaming out
Whatever niggas wanna do,
My moneys on me, hope your moneys on you
When the gun blow,
and the shots fall,
And the smoke clears,
Well be right here, screaming out
Whatever niggas wanna do,
My moneys on me, hope your moneys on you
New year, same old, bad broad, waist hot,
Burner staying on his own waist high,
Rumours fall by the way side,
They try but til I may die,
Best rapper in the whole world til the day I,
Take em to the cleaners,
I make sure there's a nina
In arms reach of every locker at all the arenas,
Ice cold, not hot, never buzzed, has been,
Wanna be, never was, mask on, leather gloves,
Niggas ain't shit, how the f*ck is they a threat to us,
Start the fight, next minute screaming out they set us up,
All the blogging ain't solving a thing,
Niggas wouldn't want a problem if they knew what it'd bring,
While the light on his tunnel keep dimming, Ima keep winning,
Rookie of the year, about a buck what up B. Jennings,
Pointing guns online don't let me know whats real,
Sometimes silence is the best overkill.
When the gun blow,
and the shots fall,
And the smoke clears,
Well be right here, screaming out
Whatever niggas wanna do,
My moneys on me, hope your moneys on you
When the gun blow,
and the shots fall,
And the smoke clears,
Well be right here, screaming out
Whatever niggas wanna do,
My moneys on me, hope your moneys on you
Shoe in for the race,
But I'm turning blue in the face,
I been holding my breath,
waiting on the rest of yall to get it,
then your whole perception of who you view as a legend,
till probably change,
so its probably best they don't admit it,
they wont televise the revolution,
I figured out a solution,
All you need now is the net to be a witness,
Positive if you want to test him for the sickness,
You'll be begging for forgiveness,
Meanwhile I push the pedal on the stick shift,
Metal on the misfit just in case its ever on,
CRACCCCCCCK, anything my breath is on,
And if you misunderstood that get Rosetta Stone nigga,
If you thinking Ima respond to you, no I wont,
They say the devil wears Prada, no I don't,
Into the art and my passion for the bars,
More then fashion its a mindstate that other stars lacking.
If you and your team get bread, why hate
You're not getting it, tell me why is there a wait,
I'm talking to everybody in the tri-state,
That's New York, Connecticut, my state,
Whatever hip hop has turned into is different than my mental,
I let yall continue with the minstrel,
et cetera, me I'm just a replica,
Of what two turntables a mic by a cold park bench do,
Stop it frauds, cant mock it cos its raw,
I'm the closest thing to cardboard boxes on the floor,
Anytime the track is up, jail cells acting up,
Living room bagging up, subway tagging up,
And niggas say I lost my mind,
I know where to locate it if need be, believe me,
On Pandora with the rest of my kind,
Now you owe cause I invested my time
When the gun blow,
and the shots fall,
And the smoke clears,
Well be right here, screaming out
Whatever niggas wanna do,
My moneys on me, hope your moneys on you
When the gun blow,
and the shots fall,
And the smoke clears,
Well be right here, screaming out
Whatever niggas wanna do,
My moneys on me, hope your moneys on you
Its a mans sport, damn yall the shows here,
Yall can camcord, backpacker without the Jansport,
Tight jeans, weird style, I don't rap politics,
Socially aware, but I rather not acknowledge it,
Sneaking in dorms, but wasn't on no college shit,
How they think I'm crazy, what I'm showing them is moderate,
You damn right I talk a lot of shit (why?)
Cos I don't mind playing dodgeball with hollow tips,
No success having, living off old times,
In 010 you dragging that old shine back from 09,
I don't get you, every interview my dick in your mouth,
I wasn't that blessed when I was with you,
Why they wanna make c4 ignite,
Benzino called him weird, he couldn't be more right,
Too busy trying to do what you incapable of,
Time is money when it comes to mine take it in blood
When the gun blow,
and the shots fall,
And the smoke clears,
Well be right here, screaming out
Whatever niggas wanna do,
My moneys on me, hope your moneys on you
When the gun blow,
and the shots fall,
And the smoke clears,
Well be right here, screaming out
Whatever niggas wanna do,
My moneys on me, hope your moneys on you
New year, same old, bad broad, waist hot,
Burner staying on his own waist high,
Rumours fall by the way side,
They try but til I may die,
Best rapper in the whole world til the day I,
Take em to the cleaners,
I make sure there's a nina
In arms reach of every locker at all the arenas,
Ice cold, not hot, never buzzed, has been,
Wanna be, never was, mask on, leather gloves,
Niggas ain't shit, how the f*ck is they a threat to us,
Start the fight, next minute screaming out they set us up,
All the blogging ain't solving a thing,
Niggas wouldn't want a problem if they knew what it'd bring,
While the light on his tunnel keep dimming, Ima keep winning,
Rookie of the year, about a buck what up B. Jennings,
Pointing guns online don't let me know whats real,
Sometimes silence is the best overkill.
When the gun blow,
and the shots fall,
And the smoke clears,
Well be right here, screaming out
Whatever niggas wanna do,
My moneys on me, hope your moneys on you
When the gun blow,
and the shots fall,
And the smoke clears,
Well be right here, screaming out
Whatever niggas wanna do,
My moneys on me, hope your moneys on you
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