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make money (all we wanna do) - royce da 5'9'' lyrics

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[intro]
what wh-wh-what what what, n-gg- [x7]
yo.. c’mon with it n-gg-
this for my n-gg- right here, strictly for my n-gg-z
what, turn it up, turn the.. turn the level up

[chorus: royce da 5’9″]
all we wanna do is make money
that’s all that we wanna do
long as y’all n-gg-z don’t f-ck with us
then my crew don’t f-ck with you (feel me, n-gg- bounce)
all we wanna do is make money
that’s all that we wanna do
y’all n-gg-z, if you think about f-ckin with us
then my crew gon’ f-ck with you

[royce da 5’9″]
yo, yo, yo.. how many n-gg-z wanna be
on the receivin end of a bullet; thugs, keepin it real
stay heated with steel, i can see dude that you killed
and watch me flee to brazil
you don’t wanna make nothin of this
naw, i ain’t nothin to this, ain’t nothin to spit
f-ckin with me gets you nothin but hit
openin up clutchin the fifth, somethin just n-gg-z must admit
5’9″ n-gg- with game, knowin all enemy names
sendin ten at the same shots through ten in your range
into your brain, hearing at the end of your reign
uhh, ain’t sh-t sweet
all y’all n-gg-z gon’ know when i finish
that i can get when i put my mind to it
and all y’all n-gg-z gon’ know when i finish
that i can get when i put my nine to it
i’m here to get the goods in m-ss amounts
give it back to the hood, p-ss it out
get a brand new house, cash it out
got a problem with it n-gg-? we can blast it out
you hate this, runnin through holes like shoelaces
here to make a statement
even if it means puttin you under the pavement
drop while i’m foamin at the mouth for dough, money i taste it
everybody gotta have a heart as core
and it seems that it’s always yours
but it never drip-drops in a storm
when it rains it’ll always pour (what?)
y’all n-gg-z know the deally wit me
all y’all n-gg-z sound silly to me
and i gotta believe, if you ain’t feelin me
that you gotta be harder to please to feel it to me
feel this, n-gg- bounce

[chorus x2: w/ ad libs]

[royce da 5’9″]
what, what? we tryna take over the world
any n-gg- with ears that can hear or comprehend
ain’t one n-gg- livin i’m scared of
all my n-gg-z’ll be jumpin in
and for any n-gg- thinkin that he out of his sh-t
snatched out of his whip
fed to the dogs, get an ultimatum or pick
as to what he wanna get hit by – the rott or the pitt
up in the ‘burbs, chillin with nothin but birds
we cash checks on the third
and when i say that i’m out for the green
you know a n-gg- mean every aspect of the word
(yeah) walk the street
it’s a n-gg- that stalk you, chatterin your teeth
runnin your mouth until i pull out with the heat
tellin you that talk is cheap
and it’ll cost you true king of the king
n-gg- with more beef than a war chief you can’t defeat nor beat
smile at the sight of a thug, then i go right for the blood
this n-gg- thought he was cold so i hit him with more heat
(blaow!) n-gg-z don’t even deserve to breathe
how the f-ck is you servin me?
i’m the n-gg- with the pump ready to dump all nine shots
until your body turn burgundy – want war n-gg-?
you don’t wanna f-ck with this, what’s all of this
you might as well un-ball your fist
you think the real n-gg-z fight with fists?
let me be the first to tell you that it’s all a myth
i ain’t playin with y’all n-gg-z, it ain’t a game
real n-gg-z recognize the real
so when i aim, i aim to hit
and i came to spit sh-t you feel
feel this (feel me)

[chorus] x2: w/ ad libs]

[outro]
what wh-wh-what what what, n-gg- [x15]
what, n-gg-, what, n-gg-
what wh-wh-what what what, n-gg-!

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