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Money, money, money, is all you need (They tell me)
Money, money, money, is all you need (They saying)
Money, money, money, is all you need....
But what the *** do they know
Back to the basics, tracks in the basement
Put it on another level, amp up the bass kick
Back to the basics, acids to bases
Any type of flow, I got it, rap is the basis
Back to the basics
Spit your game, talk your ***, you leave the track full of filler
Now J's talking B.I.G. up in this ***, I fulfill her
These fake producers add an 808 to pressing "demo"
These average rappers having trouble finding any M.O.
I ain't operated by, monster with the ink
Potential's exponential, up against the wall, he don't blink
Spitting sweet sixteens, I run deep with hot verses
'Bout my business, so roll out, your picks are not working
Go on, get upset, master of this braggadocio
I step up on the track and damn, these other rappers no-show
No contest, but pled guilty to body blows
Y'all no longer got a leg to stand on, dog, just four paws
If hope all's you got, don't count on floating to the top
I got that Flash Stopper flow to make a foe pause
Can't top it (nope) no wonder what you're serving's so soft
Going on about your ice and cream to that extreme are major faux pas
Money, money, money, is all you need (They tell me)
Money, money, money, is all you need (They saying)
Money, money, money, is all you need....
But what the *** do they know
Back to the basics, tracks in the basement
Put it on another level, amp up the bass kick
Back to the basics, acids to bases
Any type of flow, I got it, rap is the basis
Back to the basics
Had a gifted tutor, but I haven't listened to her
Life's a ***, yeah, I'm still trying to give it to her
You still going on about how you gon' grip the Ruger?
Fine, I'll absorb your off-color shots like Ikaruga
Use them as fuel to spew these venemous views
I've been in a few feuds, but now our sentiments' fused
Send them Oedipuses in, let 'em listen, get 'em confused
End up missing the message, it's just too complex to review?
Okay ***! Scribblenauts with these words
Anything you think of writing, I been thought of it first
Must be frustrating, just hating, waiting for your turn
To be beaten to the punch, lines, I'm eating 'em for lunch
Find 'em in the meatwagon as I ride right beside
Chilling with my seat sagging, say you stomping the comp
Well then why're your feet dragging? Attempt to emulate my flow
But you got a ways to go, the game you came with keeps lagging
Money, money, money, is all you need (They tell me)
Money, money, money, is all you need (They saying)
Money, money, money, is all you need....
But what the *** do they know
Back to the basics, tracks in the basement
Put it on another level, amp up the bass kick
Back to the basics, acids to bases
Any type of flow, I got it, rap is the basis
Back to the basics
Y'all just blowing through your cash, but know that I
Always keep mine's in a stack (yeah) - that's Goldeneye
I'm bored of borderline lines lying, mortified
To define the truth, as if there isn't always more to find
Inside your fortified mind than approaching green
Like you pull that four or five iron out to take a swing
Or you pull that forty-five iron out to make a scene
Every club's gotta shine right?
It's rough playing the masters, so when your game's not up to par
It's not a position which you'll concede
I'm seeing that the cognitive dissonance is indeed behemoth
You're just posistive this is it, just keep popping that riches ***
Don't go stopping or listening, it's in season
Seizing on these opportunistic times is a breeze
Appeasing that hypocrisy whispering
That your pockets are thickening cuz you butter up the truth
I ain't gotta cook my books
Rap that's actually happening's easy peasy
Money, money, money, is all you need (They tell me)
Money, money, money, is all you need (They saying)
Money, money, money, is all you need....
But what the *** do they know