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lirik lagu e-40 & too $hort - money motivated

[intro]
rick…rock…beats

[chorus: e-40]
i’m money motivated (i’m money motivated)
i’m all about my bread (i’m all about my bread)
all the ho -ss n-ggas hate it (all the ho -ss n-ggas hat it)
they wish that i was dead (they wish that i was dead)
i’m money motivated (i’m money motivated)
i’m all about my bread (i’m all about my bread)
all the ho -ss n-ggas hate it (all the ho -ss n-ggas hat it)
they wish that i was dead (they wish that i was dead)

[verse 1: e-40]
now i done did some good things and bad things with my life
but the good things outweigh the bad things
flipped the coin and i rolled the f-cking dice
forgive me god for serving dope fiends
i had a setback in my life, i was low in my ends
but guess what, god reached out and touched me again
the dope game up, start doing what i do best
beside hustling and s-x, rapping was the next
i knew i was it, i knew i can spit
more family, more fetti than selling them bricks, plus it’s legit
i’m sharp like machete, my chevy is heavy, watch me dip
if you stay ready, ain’t gotta get ready, extended clip
dig this, like a devil, anthropology
seeing other n-ggas get money, inspires me
i’m not a hater, i’m a money motivator
if you can’t beat em, join ’em, we can all get paper

[verse 2: too $hort]
you grew up on too $hort
selling dope on the corner, smoking newports
tryna stack ’cause you dreaming
og’s know exactly what i mean, we ain’t seen ’em
it’s a blessing if you still around
ain’t gotta sell c0ke, we still getting down
a real hustler always gets dough
and broke n-ggas don’t always be broke
you better sit where you fit
you gettin’ away, you get hit with a clip
f-ck around and get sent to the pen
so much time we never see him again
i’m out here on one
been grinding for years, i got a long run
and all the folks that gave up, f-ck them
’cause this is what i am

[bridge: e-40]
i ain’t got no time for no haters
(i ain’t got no time, mayne)
i’m just out here on the grind getting paper
(i’m out here getting paper, breh)
i ain’t got no time for no haters
(i ain’t got no time, mayne)
i’m just out here on the grind getting paper
(we out here getting paper, uh, biatch)

[verse 3: e-40]
in and out of the traffic, commute
if it ain’t about no loot, then it’s minute
you can catch me in a hoodie or in a suit
i might be in a sedan or a coupe
i got a question to ask the government: why?
there’s more youngsters in juvy than it is in junior high
i got a suggestion for my brethren: try
work now, rest when you die, uh

[verse 4: too $hort]
the truth is amazing
we all out here acting like we crazy
brainwashed tryna k!ll each other
get together, we can make a million dollars
would you k!ll a n-gga ’cause you know you harder
or get money like short dawg and 40 water?
you wanna get in the streets and make the grip
just look in the mirror and say this

[outro: e-40]
i ain’t got no time for no haters
(i ain’t got no time, mayne)
i’m just out here on the grind getting paper
(i’m out here getting paper, breh)
i ain’t got no time for no haters
(i ain’t got no time, mayne)
i’m just out here on the grind getting paper
(we out here getting paper, biatch)

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