Magic - Money Don't Make Me lyrics

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Chorus: [c-murder]

Money don't make meI make money

Yeahthem niggas can't take mecuz I ain't runnin

When it's time for me to make a moveI'm a make it

Leave a motherfucker standin' in his shoesa born killer (x2)

Verse 1: [c-murder]

No limit soldier for lifenigga give me my props

I come a long fuckin' way from pullin jacks (? ) and slangin' rocks

7 digit figures can't make me soft

I be the same motherfucker ready to blow a nigga head off

Bury himbefore he bury me

Become a memorymotherfuckers talkin' bout remember c

Niggais you crazyI don't know what death is

The reaper don't fuck with a nigga like meI'm a handle my biz

Like 4 moreI'm sick with ityou know what I'm sayin'

Don't play no games boyyou know c-murder ain't playin'

I go to clubsmean mugain't shit gon' happen

I'm a motherfuckin gangstaniggaz know I ain't just rappin'

Can't stop a crazy motherfucker from doin' what he wanna

I'm still facin' ten years on an open charge in california

So believe if you see me on the corner it really don't matter

And respect a real niggaor watch your fuckin' brains scatter

Chorus x 2

Verse 2: [soulja slim]

Now c-murder told you bitches don't play no games

And since I got a little paper bitch you think I changed?

? at all times respect my mind

I'd rather be caught with it than without itI ain't lyin'

Cuz soldier haters come in all shapes and sizes

They act like they your people wearin' them different disguises

You get a little baby and you get some fame

They be all in ya face just because of ya name

I'm worldwidesouthside is what I claim

Uptownmagnoliathat's whose bringin' the pain

I'm gettin sick and tiredsick and tired of this shit

Life's a bitcheven when you bitch niggaz and hoes snitch

So tell me what the fuck am I suppossed to do

I run with real niggaz and trill niggaz that's bout it and tru

Chorus x1

Verse 3: [magic]

It's mr. magicI'm take my timeI'm a handle my business

Either thuggin or rappinI refuse to leave a witness

Niggamoney don't make meI make the money

And you niggaz don't scare methat's why I ain't runnin

I was in the lower nineit's best you back up bitch

Kidnappers and killas y'all niggaz makin' me homesick

My mind is full of battle scars because I ball

And servin' time in the graveyardtimes is hard

But my world still remains the same

Infested with angerthat's why I ride with probably one in the chamber

I'm with million dollar minded niggaz

Between the screen we worth more figures than the world got gravediggaz

We made niggazpicture us for some years

Throwin a' finger to our foesand givin' love to our friends

Chorus x2