Gotta Make That Money - TQ

featuring E 40 

Yeah  uh  mm  give it to me 
Mmmmm  yeah 
Yeah yeah 
Mm  no no no no 

Seems like every night  right before I go to sleep 
I say a little prayer to the Lord that he keep me 
I used to be the kind of nigga that didn't give a fuck about nobody 
The slightest little thing would make me mad 
Especially if it involved my money 

And I can't tell you 'bout the next man 
But I love pullin' up in big sedans 
Wit all my niggas in a caravan 
Holla if ya hear me 

Now I'd love to break ya, bring ya down 
And take you back again 
But that would take too much time 
And I gotta hit the streets again 

1 - And even if the sun don't shine, I'll still be hustlin' 
Gotta get that money, make that money 
Keep it comin', if it takes all night, can't be strugglin' 
Somebody come help me 
Can ya tell me why is slangin' always on my mind? 
Must be buggin' 
I guess they figured I would quit and they could get me 
If they tapped my line 
Don't mean nothin' 
I'll still be hustlin' 

Now I hate to be the one to tell ya, but I don't mind 
Niggas can hate if they want to 
And I'm still gon' get mine 
Yes, I still be ridin' in a SC on dubs 
And I won't be seen at none of the clubs 
And uh, all your women would know who I was 
(And that you wouldn't like) And that you wouldn't like 

If everybody kept they mind on gettin' they skrilla 
Won't be no time to fuck with mine, so won't be no killin' 
I'll just sit back and recline, smoke this Philly 
And keep my fingers laced with diamonds like Big Willie