't want it Get away with your guns now We don't like it Eternal love eternal love Money money money Root of all evil Money money money Root of all evil
and destroy I keeps it gully in a bonafide skully I ain't never had a hit but still get props like Nelly I'm platinum in streets, I got love in the
hourglass Startin' guns, been five And I ain't tryin to come in last Ain't no need for me to be upset And ain't no need for you to be mad If a man got
roots off the family tree All you leave behind is the sweet memory Right from the start, we did it in the park It wasn't for the money, and it came from
for shit Catch you on your knees and you want some dick Spot a gold nigga with a hairline trigger Each root they make, their reputations get bigger For the love of the money
was money Oh honey Time ain't money Time ain't money Time ain't money I know what they say Time ain't money Time ain't money Time ain't money Unless
loafers, yeah them boat shoes now I?m in the game but I wont boast to you dummy remember n-ggas had short jokes for my money toast to the honey?s, money
Clinton)] Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside) Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside) Get that money
new sampler, take the breaks and I loop it Got a license for the gat in case the public is stupid Plus I ain't afraid to shoot it A man with the family is firmly rooted
rat race, looking for my own space There's gotta be a better place for you and me There's pie in the sky, and an eye for an eye Some people gotta die
't work for free) No money, we can't work for free (We don't work for free) No money, we can't work for free (We don't work for free)
no more Money the root of all evil, it could help or hurt people You can't live without it so it tend to turn good guys evil A lot of folks love money, more then they love
up [Chorus - w/ ad libs] [Break - Chamillionaire - singing] So you should love me baby (let's go), I'm puttin it down I get love from ladies, they love
function with it I put a rapper in a hole where the dust will sit for spitting played out patterns that once was hitting I got news for you all, let
love That lost That's silly This Philly Y'all really ain't stoppin The boy with the pen Like Willie On top of the hall Pure soul is what the city Most popular for
they do Yo, yo, lost generation, fast paced nation World population, confront their frustration The principles of true hip hop have been forsaken It's all contractual and about money
I'm like Malcom out the window with the weapon out Searching for somehow to find a minute or the second now Precious time is money that I ain't got to
Love the lie and lie the love Hangin' on, with a push and shove Possession is the motivation That is hangin' up the God-damn nation Looks like we always
