CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Don’t Let the $ Fool Ya
... you got to offer for these tribulations
I mean, there's gotta be more to you than this paper-chasin'
Get some money, then we find out that you real complacent
My dogs stuck inside that gutter, but we still adjacent
Been tryin' to change his mind state through new information
'cause insight, mixed with opportunity invites
That could really change a maf**ker life
Some insight to you simple-minded peons
Who get rich, but ain't reachin' backwards, goin' beyond
I'ma do so much sh*t for my people that my legacy stretch out for a eon
You never know who I got the tea on
So many never-make-it wanna-be rappers I rolled my tree on
I gave that sh*t a shot and you missed, now please, begone
Nobody gave me a hand either, and we on
So keep all them excuses to you, I never need 'em
I'm unsung in the city that I come from
But 'round the world, they know me for my conduction
So keep on hatin' and blatantly make assumptions
You'll never slow down my production
Homie, this was God-given, lotta intention, lotta commitment
Even when the odds of winnin' was lottery ticket
And lookin' back, I still don't know how we possibly did it
But where I come from, I never forget it
Don't let the money fool ya
Don't let the money fool ya
Don't let the money fool ya
Don't let the money fool ya
I mean, there's gotta be more to you than this paper-chasin'
Get some money, then we find out that you real complacent
My dogs stuck inside that gutter, but we still adjacent
Been tryin' to change his mind state through new information
'cause insight, mixed with opportunity invites
That could really change a maf**ker life
Some insight to you simple-minded peons
Who get rich, but ain't reachin' backwards, goin' beyond
I'ma do so much sh*t for my people that my legacy stretch out for a eon
You never know who I got the tea on
So many never-make-it wanna-be rappers I rolled my tree on
I gave that sh*t a shot and you missed, now please, begone
Nobody gave me a hand either, and we on
So keep all them excuses to you, I never need 'em
I'm unsung in the city that I come from
But 'round the world, they know me for my conduction
So keep on hatin' and blatantly make assumptions
You'll never slow down my production
Homie, this was God-given, lotta intention, lotta commitment
Even when the odds of winnin' was lottery ticket
And lookin' back, I still don't know how we possibly did it
But where I come from, I never forget it
Don't let the money fool ya
Don't let the money fool ya
Don't let the money fool ya
Don't let the money fool ya
