Money!! (Hustler's Dream)
The Truth in the Booth 'bout Money.
Me - a bosnian tryin to get his shine.
My Name is E a.k.a E City.
Story behind the song
The struggle of not havin' the money to buy what I need and want.
Lyrics
(*Talking*)
Yeeah, It’z Ya “Lyrical Boy” E City,
Commin’ 2 tell U ‘bout the #1 of a Hustla
N’ that’s M-O-N-E-Y, Don’t ask Y
But I sell my Soul for a Dolla, no lie
Yeah, Truth in the Booth, Baby
(Verse 1)
Time 2 get the doudee-dough, cockin’ 44’s//
Time 2 get the yeyo, Let U know//
My bro’s went to hoe’s, from that turnin’ to foe’s//
Now they steppin’ on my toe’s, muthafucka I’m fully overdose//
I put work in the streetz, U’d B lucky if I employ it//
I drop my kids of at the pool, have U eat ‘em, N’ enjoy it//
I dream ‘bout Paper so much it ain’t even funny//
I fantasize that my money is shitin’ money//
My life been fucked up, N’ it never was the well//
I went form gun shells, to sex sales//
Then 2 Drug sales, U can’t tell me I ain’t already been livin’ in hell//
I’m fed up plus I’m man up, Times low gotta get up//
This code applies 2 everyone - play with the Dolla get smacked up//
Duck-taped up, Blade chased up, Trunk dumped, N’ River drowned//
Money makes a Man do shit that’s strange//
Real Hustlaz - hustle some change//
(*Hook*)
Money makes the World go around (around)
Money lays a Man dead on the ground (ground)
Money makes a Man cry out loud (loud)
Money makes a Man feel real proud (proud)
Money makes the World go crazy (crazy)
Money makes a Man turn lazy (lazy)
Money got the Power 2 hypnotize (hypnotize)
Money also can Mesmerize (Mesmerize)
(Verse 2)
I remember from back in the day, when we used to play//
All day, Everythang yo’ way, Everythang Okay//
Neva had 2 worry ‘bout Nada, Nada, Nada//
Now Man of the House gotta get the Chedda, Chedda//
Togetha with my Fam. on one side//
Touch one hair on ‘em, N’ for ‘em I’m ready 2 Die//
Everyday - Rime N’ get high is just 2 get-by//
Is the motto in my life to survive, Now Let’z Ride!//
Pretty hoe’s I tell ‘em - wanna ride round the metro?//
Gotta put some on the Petro!, Now Let’s Go//
Completely believable ’bout the skillz in the Studio//
Wishin’ that Hits could B playin’ one day on the Radio//
So I can stop livin’ this life of a Males//
Wanna have a billion dollaz, model’s in impalas, with a palace//
Take bitter struggle's into Easy paths with cinnamon//
Wanna have my own Label called the “Refugein Alien's”//
(*Talking*)
Urghh, I’m finished.
Hustler’s Dream!!!
