Joe Budden - Money's On Me lyrics
[Joe Budden - Money's On Me lyrics]
I’m the best that ever did it
Shoe in for the race
But, I’m turning blue in the face
I been holding my breath
Waiting on the rest of y’all to get it
Then your whole perception of who
You view as a legend it’ll probably change
So it’s probably best they don’t admit it
They won’t televise the revolution
I figured out a solution
All you need now is the net to be a witness
Positive if you want to test
Him for the sickness
You’ll be begging for forgiveness
Meanwhile I push the pedal on the stick shift
Metal on the misfit just in case it’s ever on
CRACCCCCCCK, anything my breath is on
And if you misunderstood that
Get Rosetta Stone nigga
If you thinking I’ma respond to you
No I won’t
They say the devil wears Prada, no I don’t
Into the art and my passion for the bars
More then fashion it’s a mindstate
That other stars lacking
If you and your team get bread, why hate
You’re not getting it
Tell me why is there a wait
I’m talking to everybody in the tri-state
That’s New York, Connecticut, my state
Whatever hip hop has turned into
Is different in my mental
I let y’all continue with the minstrel
Et cetera, me I’m just a replica
Of what two turntables a mic by
A cold park bench do
Stop it frauds, can’t mock it cos it’s raw
I’m the closest thing to cardboard
Boxes on the floor
Anytime the track is up, jail cells acting up
Living room bagging up, subway tagging up
And niggas say I lost my mind
I know where to locate it if need be
Believe me
On Pandora with the rest of my kind
Now you owe cause I invested my time
When the gun blow and the shots fall
And the smoke clears
We’ll be right here, screaming out
Whatever niggas wanna do
My money’s on me, hope your money’s on you
When the gun blow and the shots fall
And the smoke clears
We’ll be right here, screaming out
Whatever niggas wanna do
My money’s on me, hope your money’s on you
It’s a man’s sport
Damn y’all the show’s here
Y’all can camcord
Backpacker without the Jansport
Tight jeans, weird style
I don’t rap politics socially aware
But I rather not acknowledge it
Sneaking in dorms
But wasn’t on no college shit
How they think I’m crazy
What I’m showing them is moderate
You damn right I talk a lot of shit (why?)
Cos I don’t mind playing
Dodgeball with hollow tips
No success having, living off old times
In 010 you dragging that old
Shine back from 09 i don’t get you
Every interview my dick in your mouth
I wasn’t that blessed when I was with you
Why they wanna make c4 ignite
Benzino called him weird
He couldn’t be more right
Too busy trying to do what you incapable of
Time is money when it comes to
Mine take it in blood
When the gun blow and the shots fall
And the smoke clears
We’ll be right here, screaming out
Whatever niggas wanna do
My money’s on me, hope your money’s on you
When the gun blow and the shots fall
And the smoke clears
We’ll be right here, screaming out
Whatever niggas wanna do
My money’s on me, hope your money’s on you
New year, same old, bad broad, waist hot
Burner staying on his own waist high
Rumours fall by the way side
They try but ‘til I may die
Best rapper in the whole world til the day I
Take ‘em to the cleaners
I make sure there’s a nina
In arms reach of every locker
At all the arenas
Ice cold, not hot, never buzzed, has been
Wanna be, never was, mask on, leather gloves
Niggas ain’t shit
How the fuck is they a threat to us
Start the fight
Next minute screaming out they set us up
All the blogging ain’t solving a thing
Niggas wouldn’t want a problem if
They knew what it’d bring
While the light on his tunnel keep dimming
Ima keep winning rookie of the year
About a buck what up B jennings
Pointing guns online don’t let
Me know what’s real
Sometimes silence is the best overkill
When the gun blow and the shots fall
And the smoke clears
We’ll be right here, screaming out
Whatever niggas wanna do
My money’s on me, hope your money’s on you
When the gun blow and the shots fall
And the smoke clears
We’ll be right here, screaming out
Whatever niggas wanna do
My money’s on me, hope your money’s on you
Shoe in for the race
But, I’m turning blue in the face
I been holding my breath
Waiting on the rest of y’all to get it
Then your whole perception of who
You view as a legend it’ll probably change
So it’s probably best they don’t admit it
They won’t televise the revolution
I figured out a solution
All you need now is the net to be a witness
Positive if you want to test
Him for the sickness
You’ll be begging for forgiveness
Meanwhile I push the pedal on the stick shift
Metal on the misfit just in case it’s ever on
CRACCCCCCCK, anything my breath is on
And if you misunderstood that
Get Rosetta Stone nigga
If you thinking I’ma respond to you
No I won’t
They say the devil wears Prada, no I don’t
Into the art and my passion for the bars
More then fashion it’s a mindstate
That other stars lacking
If you and your team get bread, why hate
You’re not getting it
Tell me why is there a wait
I’m talking to everybody in the tri-state
That’s New York, Connecticut, my state
Whatever hip hop has turned into
Is different in my mental
I let y’all continue with the minstrel
Et cetera, me I’m just a replica
Of what two turntables a mic by
A cold park bench do
Stop it frauds, can’t mock it cos it’s raw
I’m the closest thing to cardboard
Boxes on the floor
Anytime the track is up, jail cells acting up
Living room bagging up, subway tagging up
And niggas say I lost my mind
I know where to locate it if need be
Believe me
On Pandora with the rest of my kind
Now you owe cause I invested my time
When the gun blow and the shots fall
And the smoke clears
We’ll be right here, screaming out
Whatever niggas wanna do
My money’s on me, hope your money’s on you
When the gun blow and the shots fall
And the smoke clears
We’ll be right here, screaming out
Whatever niggas wanna do
My money’s on me, hope your money’s on you
It’s a man’s sport
Damn y’all the show’s here
Y’all can camcord
Backpacker without the Jansport
Tight jeans, weird style
I don’t rap politics socially aware
But I rather not acknowledge it
Sneaking in dorms
But wasn’t on no college shit
How they think I’m crazy
What I’m showing them is moderate
You damn right I talk a lot of shit (why?)
Cos I don’t mind playing
Dodgeball with hollow tips
No success having, living off old times
In 010 you dragging that old
Shine back from 09 i don’t get you
Every interview my dick in your mouth
I wasn’t that blessed when I was with you
Why they wanna make c4 ignite
Benzino called him weird
He couldn’t be more right
Too busy trying to do what you incapable of
Time is money when it comes to
Mine take it in blood
When the gun blow and the shots fall
And the smoke clears
We’ll be right here, screaming out
Whatever niggas wanna do
My money’s on me, hope your money’s on you
When the gun blow and the shots fall
And the smoke clears
We’ll be right here, screaming out
Whatever niggas wanna do
My money’s on me, hope your money’s on you
New year, same old, bad broad, waist hot
Burner staying on his own waist high
Rumours fall by the way side
They try but ‘til I may die
Best rapper in the whole world til the day I
Take ‘em to the cleaners
I make sure there’s a nina
In arms reach of every locker
At all the arenas
Ice cold, not hot, never buzzed, has been
Wanna be, never was, mask on, leather gloves
Niggas ain’t shit
How the fuck is they a threat to us
Start the fight
Next minute screaming out they set us up
All the blogging ain’t solving a thing
Niggas wouldn’t want a problem if
They knew what it’d bring
While the light on his tunnel keep dimming
Ima keep winning rookie of the year
About a buck what up B jennings
Pointing guns online don’t let
Me know what’s real
Sometimes silence is the best overkill
When the gun blow and the shots fall
And the smoke clears
We’ll be right here, screaming out
Whatever niggas wanna do
My money’s on me, hope your money’s on you
When the gun blow and the shots fall
And the smoke clears
We’ll be right here, screaming out
Whatever niggas wanna do
My money’s on me, hope your money’s on you