Uncle Murda Money Man lyrics

They used to call me uncle murda
Now it's the money man, I get paper
The next day I walk round, with like 30 grand
You know I like the paper, on the most off
And my old G told me, that's not how it goes, dog

[Verse 1:]
Boy you better stack your paper, when the feds come
You gonn need a good lawyer and money for bail, son
Them bitches ain't gonn be there for you
When it's fucked up
They rockin with your dear homie
Cause you they come up
So a nigga smarten up, I started listenin
Stop drinking all the most and start pimpin in
I don't pay they rent no more, that done been my shit
They the reason I'm at the louie store, buying fly shit

[Hook:]
I be high all day homie, off that loud pack
So I don't hear the lames who be hating on me
I be getting money, main
Man I'm getting money
I be high all day homie, off that loud pack
So I don't hear the lames who be hating on me
I be getting money, main
Man I'm get money


[Verse 2:]
They used to call me lil homie
Now it's big dog, I was nickle and a diamond
Now I get rick soft
They once call me number 2, cause I'm the shit dawg
Don't make me number one, y'all don't wanna see me pissed off
I don't know who to trust, niggas is shady
Bitch I had a called more, that is not my baby
I make it rain tonight, let's do a backflip
For my hard earned money bitches gotta do bad tricks
Talking bout that threesome, I did a foursome
They treat me like I'm a king, it felt awesome
They might be the effort but he gave me back nada
Soft vale layin about pipin his baby mama

[Hook: x2]
I be high all day homie, off that loud pack
So I don't hear the lames who be hating on me
I be getting money, main
Man I'm getting money
I be high all day homie, off that loud pack
So I don't hear the lames who be hating on me
I be getting money, main
Man I'm get money