Correction Lyrics Make Some Money [The Global Edition] 2 by Fabolous

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So, what you tryna do n***a?

Hi, I'm ridin' with my friends, In a i10 we finna go make ten
Play the block off, f**k that pu**y that make sense
Keep it low so you don't know where the dough is
I got enough dough to make b*t*hes do tricks
Your favourite Insta b*t*hes out here doin' back flips, aha
Anyway, I want cash, money, a lot of sh*t
Bad little thotties gotta have my name in their oesophagus
I'm raps apocalypse, I'm in the flow like hippopotamus
My [?] music, knowledge's, I'm really hot as sh*t
Now, can you give me some money?
I'm really showin' you n***as the real reason of loving it
Swift with the flows like hot knife in b***er
Pretty motherf**ker, I think I got it from mama
I know it's worth you payin' me every dollar
So, can we quit the sh*t? I'm tryna talk about– I'm tryna–
Make a lot of money (What are all the strippers sayin'?)
Make some money
I'm tryna make a lot of money (What all my n***as sayin'?)
Make some money (Say that)
I'm tryna make a lot of money (Everybody like)
Make some money (More money)
I'm tryna make a lot of money (Get your money like)
Make some money (What up, Fab?)
I'm tryna make—

I used to take the money, now I make the money
Saw my ho with a trick and told her make her money
If it's growing on trees, I'm tryna rake the money
Up the heat for the cake, I'm tryna bake the money
Back in, showtime, I get Laker money
No more square feet, I get acre money
I got hate ya money, try to snake ya money
And my OGs said they act fake or funny when you

Make a lot of money (What are all the strippers sayin'?)
Make some money
I'm tryna make a lot of money (What all my n***as sayin'?)
Make some money (Say that)
I'm tryna make a lot of money (Everybody like)
Make some money (More money)
I'm tryna make a lot of money (Get your money like)
Make some money (East, what up though?)
I'm tryna make—
It ain't no question, we work, more stripes than a referee shirt
Go to the spots where we was raised, guarantee you see dirt
Every rhyme cost a brick, I ain't spit a cheap verse, nah
N***a never spit a cheap verse (Uh)
Black and white drop for the night, it's salt and pepper
Jeff Hamilton st**chin' the gang on my leather
Product falling all out my pocket too much to measure
I ain't missin' a dollar so bag up all the extras

N***as trippin' off of hoes
N***a, them ain't even yours, you better (Make some money)
Stick to the script, trip
Get chips and dip and just (Make some money)
Yeah, see I was young too, gun too
Come through, a n***a had to (Make some money)
Yeah, I'm willin' and dealin' and chillin'
Def Jam in the buildin', we came to (Make some money, yessir)
Make a lot of money (What are all the strippers sayin'?)
Make some money
I'm tryna make a lot of money (What all my n***as sayin'?)
Make some money (Say that)
I'm tryna make a lot of money (Everybody like)
Make some money (More money)
I'm tryna make a lot of money (Get your money like)
Make some money (Yeah, yeah)
I'm tryna–

For real though
You see, the cold thing about money (Feti)
When you get money (Gouda)
You gotta watch out for the suckers
You gotta watch out for the family
Well, most importantly, you gotta watch out for–
For the anxiety, right?
'Cause-'cause when you makin' money
You just get so anxious to get more of it
But you gotta learn how to control that

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