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Money Aint Everything


I'm too young to have a stressed mind If money wasn't real we would have less crime Cause of banks we got bodies full of hollow clips Put the money in the bag and run like a politic Life ain’t soft I pray in the rough If you sinning everyday then you ain’t praying enough God don't wait he got time like a G-shock Ever act salty he'll hit you in your sweet spot From a girl to a lady from a man to a gent Everybody want a dollar without making sense If moneys that good would you shoot a guy Put a suit and tie Sell drugs like superfly Cause if money is a disease then I need the antidote I'll pray on my knees keep the hammer close I'm trying to be a cop not trying to be a ref Money can't make life but money do cause death For every one door money wants two keys I'm with the lord he spoke life and he Drew Brees Money is a season like Thanksgiving is to November Money is for the moment but God is forever
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