Money Talks (Sticky Fingaz)

[Sticky Fingaz] Twas the night before twistmas And all through the house We had guns and money around Layin' on the couch Was dressed with black jewelry this time Mmmmmm, c'mon [Sticky Fingaz] Everybody want me, I created thieves Why I'm almost as important as the air you breathe I been through hard times, when it wasn't enough for me Stick a weak kid'll have you livin' in luxury I'm the reason niggas sellin' drugs to fiends I'm the reason Mr. Simpson got off clean 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 Who you think lead that whole seller ass that time All by myself, I created black on black crime I'm America's most, I'm tadded up with Ghostt Even my hand got big, from net 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 the sun 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, duke Caught one from he and for who When niggas was ready to murder me 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 resort 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 (Wooooeeee!) Gettin' ya hands on me is the American dream I'm more powerful than God, or Razale 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 enslaved populations, and controlled masses I come in all forms, coins, paper, plastic Even credit, I owe you You work for me nigga, I own you If you are smart, you make me work for you All ya life you try and get me and it's hurtin' 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 Take me to the streets and flip me from, do' to sto' to do' I underseen things I wish I hadn't seen I came between loved ones and families A nigga kill his old man to get his hands on me Got secret ensciptions, examine me want to find me, the bank machine is where I be And showed 'em to a hundred grand, F.D.I.C. I'm more notorious than the B.I.G. I'm so money, who don't want to be like me [Hook - Raekwon the Chef] 2x