Everybody been trippin', everybody been, everybody been trippin', everybody want more, yeah
Everybody want a dollar off a nigga that they didn't even have to hit the liquor store for
Not me, cousin, these streets buggin', everybody in their own mama want somethin'
You could even call the doctor if you got the hustle
Everybody got their own pop for the good of you
Hustle up in the street, they ain't no such thing as free
What the fuck is going on?
I thought luck don't cost a thing
Everybody chase, everybody chase that scratch
Moolah in the dream
Money trees, may not be the place for dreams
You wanna get rich pick up, stack it up pick up, forget about your nigga
Watch out, they gon' call the neighborhood hit her
Lights up, but you want a world star picture
Mm-mm, please don't do that
Please don't do that, you can't even do that
And baby boy, if it ain't love, then it ain't real, then it ain't real
Go back where you who that
Everybody want a dollar, everybody want a dollar
Everybody in their mama, everybody in their mama
If I eat, you eat, we eat
We could all have our own apple on a tree
I don't know what you been told, what you been told
But listen close, cause a little bit of money ain't gone
Ah, ah, freedom, freedom, freedom
Cause a little bit of money ain't gone
Everybody bein' trippin', everybody want more, yeah
Everybody holler if you want the top of the dollar
I'm an unpopular farmer, I got the water
Why is it that you got the paper thirst
Please pretty, please let me hit in the street
Easy, cause a bigger nigga from a hood picture
Cause if you get the money, you gon' get the good sister
Don't believe that, please don't believe it
Y'all praise paper like a nigga really needed
Clotting in the scrape like you think you don't squeak
Two over two bills on the top of the sink
You got three, but is you free?
Baby, tell me, do you dream?
Do you dream about the mula that ain't on your money tree
You wanna get rich faster, stock it up taller, forget about squad
Watch out, they gon' call the neighborhood bopper
Suck it dry, empty every penny in your pocket
Word to the gutter
Word to the shooter
If you stop the cheese, the cheese
You might see some peaceful streets
Everybody want a dollar
Everybody any mama
If I eat you, eat we eat
We could all have our own apple on the tree
I don't know what you been told
But listen close, cause a little bit of money ain't go
Uh, uh, freedom
Cause a little bit of money ain't go
