Lyrics Cheap Money - Raz Simone

LA da da da da da da da da Daaa!
Do what you love, and love who you do
Time is worth more than money, a billion dollars won't buy you another you
Another year spent with your son, quality time with your loved ones
Trust me, one call home every night is worth far more than ten trust funds
I'd rather toss and turn on a dirt floor where love runs
Than lay in a bed where the truth lies, we scrutinize on two sides
Then that grip which once was too tight, gets loose while wanderin' eyes and lost souls develop
New ties, New women,
New guys, New bitches,
New lies, New niggas,
New fights
We villainize one another, place blame, and victimize each other
Oh God!
Big Sean, nothing's more important than the moolah
Vision impaired, gold chains on my neck, and rings, Slick Rick Raz the ruler
I look to my past to maneuver through the zigzags that I have in the future
Make my next move better than my last tour
You were too concerned with my private life to be successful unless you were a private eye
When trust is broken it hardly ever heals, but we might could try,
Time is everything, and money means nothing
When you come from where we came, you better own something
When them sirens siren, money made from grindin'
It's no longer for survivin', we hood rich, shinin'
But the money from the ki's pushed into pushin' this rhymin'
Now that limelight's blindin', that limelight's blindin'
My old bitches cryin', my old niggas lyin'
My hoe bitches still grindin', I'mma cop 'em all islands
I'mma buy 'em all islands, wipe them tears off they eyelids
She can find an insult in a bouquet of roses
So when we're alone I just don't talk
Then that silence gets mistaken for negative emotions
When I'm not angry at all, I know I'm not
But when I look deeper and I'm realistic, I find resentment
And that resentment is afflicted by her negativity
Which is the product of my resistance
Which is visible by my abrupt lack of commitment
Which is contigent on her dishonest lips
And eyes that twitch when they lie
We can all find a bitch in disguise
But sometimes that disguise is so seductive we look right past all the signs
We scream, "Love, what don't kill you will make you stronger"
We repeat these simple cliches like childhood monikers
In hopes that they'll strike nostalgic chords, maybe one day we'll speak them true
But I could tell you a hunnid things that won't kill you but will weaken you
We ask God for mercy
And just in case, we pray to Jesus too
We recite these scriptures, but that's the same exact thing that the demons do
God!
Time is everything, and money means nothing
When you come from where we came, you better own something
When them sirens siren, money made from grindin'
It's no longer for survivin', we hood rich, shinin'
But the money from the ki's pushed into pushin' this rhymin'
Now that limelight's blindin', that limelight's blindin'
My old bitches cryin', my old niggas lyin'
My hoe bitches still grindin', I'mma cop 'em all islands
I'mma buy 'em all islands, wipe them tears off they eyelids
Chop a nigga down for the fuck of it
Sawed off nigga, no tuckin it
Buckshots nigga, no slugs in it
Excuse me if I sound fuckin sick
It's no fictional, nigga, it's just what we did, send up a prayer to the game god
The work doesn't ever stop though, gangsters don't get laid off
Coughin' sick as fuck on a cold block, 'cause hustlers don't get days off
I put in my work and my timin', my nigga, the stripes and the stars is alignin', my nigga
Red, white, and blue with my crimin', my nigga, American dreams or terrorist schemes
Claws of the eagle tear at the seams of any culture that doesn't want to share it's beliefs
Pollution smearing the streets
Newborn babies barely could breathe
Swords turn into bombs buried beneath
If you was a phone case, then you'd carry a sheath
If you was a phone case, then you'd carry a sheath
If you was a phone case, then you'd carry a sheath
Male Voice:
Come on, come on, hurry up
Fuck nigga, pick up the phone
Aye, what's up nigga, where you at, dawg?
Raz Simone:
G, I'm at the spot, what's goin on?
Male Voice:
Nigga, I see them niggas right now, dawg
Raz Simone:
You swear? Where?
Male Voice:
Nigga I see-
Nigga, over on the south side
Right now, nigga
Raz Simone:
I'mma come at you right now
Male Voice:
Nigga, hurry up, nigga
Raz Simone:
I promise, straight up
Male Voice:
Aight, out