"Money" lyrics - JID

JID

"Money"

[Intro:]
It's gon' be a bunch of little kids, a lot
A bunch of little boys and girls singin' this lil' part right here
Make- Make it easy where it's somethin' like this

[Chorus:]
Money, money, all I need, all I want (Yeah)
Take it from me, leave you stank, smell the funk (You stink)
Money, money, all they need, all they want (Yeah, uh-uh, uh)
Take it from me, no, you can't, no, you don't (Uh, uh)

Look, nigga, money on my mind more than half the time
They put our mask on the money so I mastermind
Don't mind to admit I'm a mess, I ain't just rappin' rhymes
JID really Jimmy Neutron mixin' a nuclear bomb
And, as they eyes are watchin' God, I'm tryna rise above
Poverty, philosophies, and prophecies arise
Follow me for forever, never fall too far behind
'Cause I tell my testimonies, Testaverdes at a time (Sixteen)
Uh, he was done without a dime
Youngest in the family, so come from out of crime
Came from East Atlanta, Moreland Ave to South Deshon
In his path, Twenty East was probably like the Autobahn
When he get his autograph, he gon' have Grammys and arms
'Member he was smokin' little grammies in the slums
Tryin' not to panic, couldn't imagine what was done
Father Time fucked Mother Earth and had an Uncle Tom
Now, them crackers snatchin' black cats by they tongue
For the cheese, rats creepin' on yo' T.V. screen, sellin' you dreams
Granny buyin' holy waters off of Joel Osteen
Rubbin' it in my brother head, say a prayer on her knees
I used to be jealous of Jared and Patrel Ahkim, even Farad
Had the new Js and new jeans on, it's what I wanted at the time
As a pre-teen, pretend I'm a star
Pretty model in a G-string, sitting on top the car
With the bottle that she drinkin', leavin' from out the bar
Scheme on the dollar, thinkin' if anybody is talkin' put some green on his head, he better be Marcus Smart
But, we never had a thing, so, he's always in my thoughts
Because I ate so many bologna sandwiches as a child
I'll kill a nigga if he made one for me right now
Ironic that being broke is an expensive lifestyle
No wonder they sellin' dope from sun rose to sundown
Tryna get mo', screamin' out the window

Look, nigga, money on my mind more than most the time
And most of my grind go to promotin' my rhymes, a nigga don't blow, I shine
I feel like Coach Prime, I throw a bomb if they encroach the line
And, don't socialize, the goal is to get the most dimes before it's the end of yo' time (Aw, man)
It's hard for a nigga to score when they keep on movin' the goal line (It's time to get some money dawg)
Now, he outside the liquor store with a lottery ticket
Leavin' a double shift at the Walmart on Gresham Road (Life for me ain't been no crystal stair dawg)
Still tryna keep composure rollin' past the gas station where he owe niggas
Fuckin' with that parlay play and a nigga may spray 'bout that dough
So, a nigga don't play 'bout no code
Back in the day, we was told 'bout reparations, get a mule, 40 acres or so
Justifications and re-payment for the pain in yo' soul
Fast forward, fuck patience, I ain't waitin' no more
I got to take it, paper chasin' like I'm Dre or I'm HOV
Ye with the clothes
Fuck Hulk Hogan, and fuck Joe Rogan because it flows, you know how it goes
Need a bitch that's down with O-P-P, and down with IPO's
Feel like ODB, you hoes better have my Pesos
Thinkin' about them days mama said she had to pray more
'Cause feedin' seven kids, plus the mortgage got to pay more
The food from in the fridge from last night is on the table
Y'all sit down and say y'all grace because we ate so many bologna sandwiches as a child
I'd kill for one of them shits if I could have one right now
Ironic I'm havin' dope but don't promote the lifestyle
Just want my people to grow, let's make a toast to right now, get some money
Say it with me loud now