Potluck - Money Makes the World Go Round lyrics

Money makes the world go round'
Sometimes you're up, sometimes you're down
I smoke a blunt and hit the liquor store
Cause it ain't easy livin' life this broke

Look around, everybody wants

It's the way of the world, and
It seems that I can't please
A girl til' I stack more G's
And I don't need everything
That you hearin' about
I just need a little paper to calm me down
This R-A-P better be the new sound
Or PG&E's gonna turn the lights out
Its kinda funny but it's not
Cause, I been up in the game
Too long and I can't stop
Still bumpin' down the block
Still trippin' off the music
Still tryin' to be the best
Rapper ever since 2Pac
So I gotta stay focused to grow this
To be the dopest
Never choke when I smoke this
And I can't stand being the brokest
So I'm living illegal
Screamin "Fuck the Rollers"
And fuck money, I hate money
Money make a mothafucka act funny
Money separates me and you
And you're wack if you don't drive
A Benz or a Beamer sounds bad but it's true
Just imagine a dude with a bad attitude
No girl, no cash, so I act rude
Rappin' the truth when I'm up in the booth
That I'm in love with the money
Cause, I'm just like you

Money makes the world go round'

Sometimes you're up, sometimes you're down

I smoke a blunt and hit the liquor store

Cause it ain't easy livin' life this broke

I do what I gotta do say what I wanna say
Pray for a day, I ain't livin' this way
Better get me this pay
Gotta make it through the day
Make a cool ass move
Make em' see I don't play
Never can they say I didn't
Do it for the dollar
Cause, I did a lotta dirt tryin'
To be a big baller
Flipped every dime, then I bought an Impala
Broke ass nigga
Tryin' to make a bitch holla'
Had to fight for my life
I was hype on my height
Hope ya like what I write
Cause, I'm writin' my life
Might wanna fight, cause I want a bigger bite
Got you likin' my type when
I be doing what's right
Never did I lie, never all about frontin'
Always keep it real i'm a nigga with nothin'
I'm a nigga still huntin'
I'm a nigga bout' somethin'
I'm a nigga chasin' money
That'll never stop runnin'

I'm reppin' the West coast
And chasin' the Pesos

I'm fuckin' that dress code
And wearin' my shell toes
Bougie ass clubs try to steal what I got
Make me dress up in a suit
Just to listen to what's hot i think not
Broke mothafuckas built Hip- Hop
Now I'm in the spot
Tryin' to make our shit pop

Money is the reason I'm on the road
State to state and pushin' on
Money is the reason I don't come home
Gotta stack this cake, so we can blow
Money is the reason I lace my shoes
Make us lose and pay these dues