Money Talks

[Chorus: MC Sugar Ray & Double XX Posse] Make money, money, make money, money, money Make money, money, make money, money, money Make money, money, make money, money, money Make money, money, make money, money, money [Verse 1: MC Sugar Ray] The money talks, and everything's about money, without a question So if you're not holdin' it, get to steppin' 'Cause nowadays it's hard with no money to stay alive Some people might do anything, it goes with the will to survive But just as long as your pockets are full of dough, it's all good And that's the way it is inside the hood My mind is on my money, yo, and I don't have a second to waste I'm workin' hard tryna save and fill up my safe Before I die, I want a mansion and a Lamborghini A bank account so fat that Donald Trump would wanna be me I got my mind made up, and nothing's gonna change how I feel 'Cause ooh-wee, I love money [Chorus: MC Sugar Ray & Double XX Posse] Make money, money, make money, money, money Make money, money, make money, money, money Make money, money, make money, money, money Make money, money, make money, money, money Make money, money, make money, money, money Make money, money, make money, money, money Make money, money, make money, money, money Make money, money, make money, money, money [Verse 2: BK The Original Bootsmoker] Yo, life ain't nothin' but snitches and dough Ain't got no love for a snitch, but I love me some cash flow I like to keep my pockets swollen (Uh) My bank account stack real fat, and my little stash pot holdin' 'Cause yo, I'm all about ends (Yeah) 'Cause when I had no ends, I had no friends or no type of skins With no dollars I had to strive, I even tried (What?) To go out and get me a 9 to 5 But now a brother got grands and peoples be like fams "Ayo, BK, yeah, that's my man" I guess that's how that shit goes (A'ight?) But from the nine on I'ma let you know, yo, I'm gettin' money [Chorus: MC Sugar Ray & Double XX Posse] Make money, money, make money, money, money Make money, money, make money, money, money Make money, money, make money, money, money Make money, money, make money, money, money Make money, money, make money, money, money Make money, money, make money, money, money Make money, money, make money, money, money Make money, money, make money, money, money [Verse 3: MC Sugar Ray] They say that M-O-N-E-Y's the root of all evil, but I can't tell I know this brother now that's livin' swell (Uh) He's got the finest women in the world you ever saw Ridin' all on his **** and damn near knockin' down his door I guess that goes along with havin' dough, and yo, it's funny 'Cause no one never knew my man until he had some money But now he drives a Lexus and he's got more bacon than Michael Jordan So people treat him like he's important And it's good to see that, 'cause I believe that A person gettin' loot should get the props he deserves without feedback But dig, be smart about the way you choose to use it And spend your money wisely, or you could lose it [Chorus: MC Sugar Ray & Double XX Posse] Make money, money, make money, money, money Make money, money, make money, money, money Make money, money, make money, money, money Make money, money, make money, money, money Make money, money, make money, money, money Make money, money, make money, money, money Make money, money, make money, money, money Make money, money, make money, money, money [Outro: MC Sugar Ray] Yeah, Double X back in the house gettin' G-money, you know what I'm sharin'? I'm Sugar Ray, and I wanna say peace to my strong peoples, the coalition out there in Killtown And we out