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[Featuring: Mr. Porter, Omillio Sparks][Intro - Omillio Sparks - talking (Freeway)](I need some fuckin money, man)I feel you FreeGoin through this recession and shitNow them hoes actin upBills keep comin in, shit, focus[Verse 1 - Freeway]I used to get money from slingin the dopeBut since they cracked down on that dope slingin, I'm brokeAnd I used to get money from slingin the crackBut since they cracked down on that crack slingin, I'mcrackedI used to get it there, expert at bringin 'em backBut now it ain't no packages to get therePrior to that I was fillin appsA few years before that was in the Barbershop sweepin hairLittle Barbershop sweeper kid, cop a hustleWas sellin incense and oils to all the people thereSixth, seventh and eighth grade I kept a coupleDollars for work and fresh sneakers, I was hurtin 'emYep, now it's a recession and I'm stressinI need it for lesser, I'm not tryin to be a working manI'm sure not tryin to do carpentry like my popsLetras de cancionesBig pain in the bottom of his back and it be hurtin him,damn![Chorus - Mr. Porter]Ohhh, I close my eyes and all I can see is that money(money, money)Money (money, money)A list of things that my people need but first is money(money, money)Money (money, money)It ain't like I found a pot of gold (no)This ain't a dream, this is reality homesThat's why my main focus is on that money (focus on themoney)Money (money, money)[Verse 2 - Omillio Sparks]Just broke a new broad, she wants the fancy carA nigga stacked up a yard, she tryin to spend it allI'm out slingin the hard and don't respect the lawBent a few wrong corners and that, of course, involvedFrom C-A to D-A, they tryin to take it allI think I need a vacation, reach out through calling cardsOr make the mind frame vicious and start a HolocaustI figure man, what's the difference? That shit'll all a costFuck it, let a nigga ballMoney, money, moneyMoney is my bitch, ho breed envy, I keep pourin HennyScreamin "fuck 'em!", that's the nigga in meY'all ain't come from the trap or trenches with meWhen cops knocked and locked meGuns plural, serve riches to El TorosFrom the projects, suburbs to the BoroughRunnin through your small townSpit Philly game and lock it downFocus and only here for one purpose, that is[Chorus][Verse 3 - Freeway]Philly Free on his grind, I need my paper straightSo I'm creatin these rhymes without a paper mateThat got me bustin these lines, they got me rackin my mindThey got me standin in line behind my label matesNo, I'm not Jay but I am on the wayAnd I am not Kanye but I can produce +Heartbreaks & 808s+And reduce the studio costs'Cause I'm recording in the hood, I'm not lampin in theMandalayI'm makin hits, I need the same attention they getThem niggaz throw a temper tantrum, you don't hand 'em payRecord labels tryin to jerk me like a hand jobIf they don't hand me mine, I know how to handle thisLeave somebody slumped, Riot Pump pistol gripBut fuck sittin in prison wastin my plans awayI guess I gotta find another way to make the payLet me know if you can find a way to make the chips[Chorus] From Letras Mania