Talib Kweli, Z-Trip, Cory Mo, Killer Mike - Getting to the Money lyrics

My next move gotta be my best move
On the cool, I’m coming through make room
I’m getting to the money
So if you see me in the
Streets on my hustle game homie
Take note, cause I’m getting to the money
And I ain’t looking for no new friends
All I’m looking for is my ends
Pimpin’, I’m getting to the money
Nothing but them big face hundreds
What you trying to do I have done
Bitch, I’m getting to the money

Never take it personal
Pimping is all business
My mind on my grind, the women is off limit's
Trying to make a dollar out
Of dimes and some pennies
I don’t want to hear about it
If I don’t make a percentage
Money make the world go ‘round
It’s not a game i been a lot of places
Man I seen a lot of things
I smoked a lot of dro and
Poured a whole lot of drink
You say you never see me
That’s ‘cause I be at the bank
You got to have more than
One hustle just to survive
Don’t do business with them if they
Don’t look you in the eyes
So-called friends could be
Enemies in disguise
Men lie, women lie, numbers never lie, nigga


When I hear you say that money
Is the root of all evil
I don’t believe you cause the profit
Gotta get to the people yo, fuck the ego
Best believe that we don’t need to be broke
It ain’t our job to be poor
Ain’t nothing wrong with wanting more
It’s so dangerous to think that
Coming up is a sin
That’s a design to keep you
In conditions you living in
Based on they skin some people
Getting privileges and perks
They waiting on a trust fund so
They don’t got to work they say it’s easier
For a camel to get through
The eye of a needle
Than the rich man to get into heaven
That apply to the greediest
You immediately hang yourself
Nothing will change until you start
To make the change yourself come on

The money, the moolah, the
Guapa, the cheddar, the dough
They say your purpose worthless
Unless you getting more, so
I suggest you get off your
Behind and on the grizzind
They say that time is money so
I can’t be giving tizzime
To any little honey trying to
Waste a nigga money
She say the pussy priceless and I say "ha ha
You funny" but you ain’t gotta a car baby
And you ain’t got a house
I guess the pussy priceless but
You renting out the mouth
And you done let these lame
Niggas run a high tab
And you ain’t got no money to
Leave here or catch a cab so baby I suggest
You price a little less
But I don’t buy no pussy
Here’s a rack show some breasts