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[TMD] Up early in the morn, all night, had no sleep Tired as hell, but broke as glass on the street Stomach crazy whylin, I ain't had no grub Should I mug? (nah) So I jump my ass in the tub Bounce in, bounce out, I get dressed and like break out Can't be lackadaisy, cause life's really crazy Without the green papes, you don't exist, it's amazin So I do what I gotta, yo check it ("Me and you Ty we gonna make some cash" -> Slick Rick) Put on my old sneakers, my ripped up jacket and my dirty Lee's, cause the shits be saggin down to my knees if I let em but not from dollar bills, but I'm about to go and get em Aiyyo - find me a spot to post up and try to come up with my lil pail, it's not lookin swell Since seven this morn', yo eight hours done passed It's sad, I need to make some cash [Chorus: samples and crew] "Money, get the money!" Make some cash, make some cash [Slick Rick] "Me and you Ty we gonna make some cash" Make some cash, we gonna make some cash "Yeahhh!" Letras de cancionesMake some cash, make some cash [Slick Rick] "Me and you Ty we gonna make some cash" Make some cash, we gotta make some cash (make some cash) "Money, get the money!" Make some cash, make some cash [Slick Rick] "Me and you Ty we gonna make some cash" Make some cash, we gonna make some cash "Yeahhh!" Make some cash, make some cash "Dolla bill y'all" Make some cash, we gotta make some cash [TMD] Now, sittin in the same old spot, and I have not at least five bucks shit, it's time for me to get up out this here business of beggin I shoulda thought twice and like started bootleggin You know what I mean I needs the green to function So I stepped to the BP and started pumpin massive gas and the cash came really fast So now my homey BlackAss was like yo, saved at last for the moment, by the great one, G-O-D You know he musta been down with me (ya know it) By my side for the ride that I had tooken And outta nowhere y'know I musta not been lookin Cause some young buck was like invaded on my kaper cuttin into my paper, and I was like AIYYO HOLD UP, y'know Wait just a minute, then I flashed back to the past, I needs to make some cash [Chorus] [breakdown: confrontation with other gas pumper] [TMD] Now, no time to hesitate, I gots the problem solver Dug in my pocket for the twenty-two revolver And if he don't step I drops the bomb like Pearl Harbor Word to life, I think he oughta Cause I know, that he don't, know what time it is But I do, know that he shouldn't be shortstoppin the kid Here's what I did, stepped real smooth, to the swindler and said, hey yo bro, you know you gots to go cause this here is my turf, my nine to five how I survive - I guess he sorta sensed the vibe and hitched a ride, now I'm feelin swell Cause now I'm back in business over here on pump 12 Aiyyo makin my snaps how I can cause I'm strugglin All by mysself but check it out, yo I've never been that type of fella scared to ask when times was bad I'm mad - yo, make some cash [Chorus] From Letras Mania