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If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense So don't kill game, let the pimpin'- I ain't never quitting on my homies from the set Rather die a legend than be living with regrets Granny up in Heaven, know she watch a nigga back G-Class flying down Orizaba Ave I know that you love me but you gotta give me space Money hungry women do whatever for a taste All my people in the hood, what's it finna take To have everybody living good? I don't wanna wait In a minute I'ma bust a jug, I'ma make a play Hit the homie up and hit a lick, run in where you stay All the pressure I be dealing with still ain't never change I'm about the money, I ain't fucking with the fame DJ Quik If it don't make dollars, then it don't make sense DJ Quik If it don't make dollars, then it don't make sense You should see the limit on my Amex One phone call and it's niggas at your address I'm gon' ball till I'm sitting in a grave Letras de cancionesFuck all y'all, bet Ramona get the last laugh Close your mouth when you talking to a killer, bitch They say I murdered Cuh, I say I'm innocent This ain't suburbia, these niggas ignorant I always get my man, I only miss my bitch Hit me up if you wish I'm in the studio, couple guns, couple Crips Tryna make a hundred M's, what's a couple bands? Keep it coming in, keep it coming in DJ Quik If it don't make dollars, then it don't make sense DJ Quik If it don't make dollars, then it don't make sense (Get paid, yeah, get paid, young nigga, get paid Get paid, young nigga, get paid, get paid, young nigga, get paid) Nigga that you know that's been down for years I've clowned for years, and y'all could never fade my peers One, two, three, four, five- From Letras Mania