Lyrics:

See most of y'all s$$$$ a$$ n$$$$$
Wouldn't last a week in my hood if you was broke
And wouldn't last a day if you had money
I seen grown men cry, grown men die, for the love of that money
In God we trust!

My trigger finger itchin', Palms itchin' too
We back-to-back in ghosts, playin' peek-a-boo
We went to war with Sosa over a brick or two
So for a hundred ki's, think what my clique could do
I'm talkin' clappin' toasts, bullets'll hit your roof
They hit his body he went in shock, no Pikachu
N$$$$$ ain't 'bout it they talkin' but really pick and choose
We on our second strike, we ain't got s$$$ to lose
All my n$$$$$ is felons, all you niggas is tellin'
Sold your soul to them people, they gon' get you to sell it
They gon' get you to move it, they gon' get you a buick
They gon' get you a wire, like n$$$$$ gon' use it
You gon' tell on your brothas, what a lame homie
I got a bullet with your name on it, and a full clip I autographed
Kids cryin' at the viewing, I guess it was upset

We done went to war with the realest, shot it out with the best
Talkin' high-end gorillas, banana clips make a mess
I seen young n$$$$$ cry, I seen young niggas fold
I seen young n$$$$$ die because a young nigga told
For the love of the money, for the love of the money
For the love of the money, love of the money
Man, them young n$$$$$ hungry, for the love of the money
I seen real n$$$$$ cry, I seen real n$$$$$ hit
I seen real n$$$$$ die, 'cause a real n$$$$ snitch
In God we trust

Lotta n$$$$$ act Tony-like
Told them deez everything you heard but that's your homie right
But he got killers lurkin' outside at your home tonight
They gon' hit the crib and kill the kids, oh that's Kony right
Oh that's Kony-like, everybody bleed
'Cause he come out in 2060, Christmas Eve
First time he went to prison he ain't get to leave
Feds takin' pictures, n$$$$$ is rats, you should say cheese
Once a local dude, s$$$ the fire now
Never ever spit a rap but he got bars now
I'm talkin' fed time, yard up, yard down
Baby mama can't pay the bills, s$$$is hard now
How that make you feel, you should pay them bills
MA spittin' in them trays when they make yo' meal
N$$$$$ s$$$$$$' out them packs just to take them pills
And his baby mama brought 'em in, boy this s$$$ is real
N$$$$$ turn to Muslim, n$$$$$ turn to Christian
They gave him life, he try'n appeal it, got him on a mission
His homies ain't learn, they still in the kitchen
They firin' bullshit, that coka ain't swimmin'
It's coming up short, no food on the fork
N$$$$$ is catchin' cases, n$$$$$ is goin' to court
He done slaved in the field, you the one on the porch
With the gun in your hand, try and run with the man

We done went to war with the realest, shot it out with the best
Talkin' high-end gorillas, banana clips make a mess
I seen young n$$$$$ cry, I seen young n$$$$$ fold
I seen young n$$$$$ die because a young n$$$$ told
For the love of the money, for the love of the money
For the love of the money, love of the money
Man, them young n$$$$$ hungry, for the love of the money
I seen real n$$$$$ cry, I seen real n$$$$$ hit
I seen real n$$$$$ die, 'cause a real n$$$$$ snitch
In God we trust

Hey look, I'ma tell you like this
If you in school n$$$$$, stay in school
If you got a job n$$$$$, stay at work
If you a family man, stay with your m$$f$$$$$' family n$$$$
'Cause this s$$$ ain't meant for everybody dawg
Everybody talk that s$$$, until they get caught up in some real s$$$
And then they start talkin' that s$$$

We done went to war with the realest, shot it out with the best
Talkin' high-end gorillas, banana clips make a mess
I seen young n$$$$$ cry, I seen young n$$$$$ fold
I seen young n$$$$$ die because a young n$$$$$ told
For the love of the money, for the love of the money
For the love of the money, love of the money
Man, them young n$$$$$ hungry, for the love of the money
I seen real n$$$$$ cry, I seen real n$$$$$ hit
I seen real n$$$$$ die, 'cause a real n$$$$ snitch
In God we trust