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Sticky Fingaz – Money Talks lyrics
Sticky Fingaz f/ Raekwon The Chef

Twas the night before twistmas
And all through the house
[Sticky Fingaz]
We had guns and money around
Layin' on the couch
Was dressed in black to
Mmmmmm, c'mon
Everybody want me, I created thieves

[Sticky Fingaz]
Why I'm almost as important as the air you breathe
I been through hard times, when it wasn't enough for me
Stick wit me kid'll have you livin' in luxury
I'm the reason Mr. Simpson got off clean
I'm the reason niggas sellin' drugs to fiends
I'm the reason some parents gotta bury they kids
And I'm the reason why your cousin on the run from feds
I've been through customs, borders
I've been handled by authorities
Drove people crazy when they couldn't see more of me
I've been saved, I've been buried alive
Say my name enough and any nigga testify
All by myself, I created black on black crime
Who you think made that whole seller ass that time
I'm America's most, I'm tadded up with Ghost
Even my head got big, from neck to gross
I'm emotionless, yet I breathe jealousy and envy
People kill for me or die to defend me
But in the end am I really worth it son?
Rich people make me work for them
And poor people work for me
Who am I? Nigga I'm money
Who am I? Nigga I'm money

[Hook - Raekwon the Chef]
See the gun wound, went down for you
Who ran up in the house, du'
When niggas was ready to murder me
Caught one from he and for who
You stayed up in the crib, like a bitch
Lookin' ill, and it's lurkin' me (for who?)
I got stabbed for you
Yo, shot up the ass for you
Should stop blowin' the cabs for you (for who?)
Chill, some niggas called crabs for you
Holdin' them garbage bags for you
Ill, blowin them hags for you

[Sticky Fingaz]
I'm the route to evil, I don't grow on trees
I'm called by different names, chips, scrilla, cream
And I'm always green whether dirty or clean
I'm more powerful than God, amazingly
Gettin' ya hands on me is the American dream
Cause when you pray to God nigga, you pray for me
I'm an exchange hand to hand, with heavy weapontry
This one couple fucked on me, and slept on me
Up in the dice games niggas stepped on me
Bet on me, couldn't pay, bled on me
I come in all forms, coins, paper, plastic
I enslaved populations, and controled masses
You work for me nigga, I own you
Even credit, I owe you
All ya life you try and get me and it's hurtin' you
If you was smart, you'd make me work for you

[Hook - Raekwon the Chef]

[Sticky Fingaz]
If you had a million of me, what would you do with me yo?
Would you blow me in a month and have nothin' to show
Or would you invest in me and watch me grow
I've done seen things I wish I hadn't seen
Take me to the streets and flip me from, do' to sto' to do'
I came between loved ones and families
A nigga kill his own man to get his hands on me
Got secret ensciptions, examine me
Wanna find me, the bank machine is where I be
Why I'm more notorious than the B. I. G.
And showed 'em to a hundred grand, F. D. I. C.

I'm so money, who don't wanna be like me?
[Hook - Raekwon the Chef] 2x

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