This aint nothin but sweat inside my hand,
So I dig into my pocket all my money is spent
So I dig deeper, but still coming up with lint.
So I start a mission, leave my residence
thinkin how can I get some dead presidents
I need money.
I used to be a stick up kid,
so I think of all the devious things I did.
I used to roll up,
this is a hold up,
aint nothin funny. Stop smilin, but still don't nothin move but the money.
But now I learned to earn cause I'm righteous.
I feel great, so maybe I might just
search for a 9 to 5.
If I strive, then maybe I'll stay alive.
So I walk up the street, whistiln this,
feelin outta place, cause man do I miss
a pen and a paper, a stereo, a taper,
me and Eric B and a nice big plate of
fish, which is my favorite dish,
but without no money it's still a wish.
Cause I don't like to dream about getting paid, so I dig into the books of the rhymes that I made.
So now to test to see if I got pull,
hit the studio, cause I'm paid in full.
Just felt like typing that. XD It's a song I never get tired of hearing.
Linear Mode
