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[Chorus: x2] It's all about the m-o-n-ey Why must everything revolve around the penny? I walk upon the streets without a penny tryin' to keep a steady pace - "I'm on a paperchase!" [Peril-L] Nowadays, I see many count the ways to how it pays to shout a phrase on a chorus and bore us Without amazin' rhymes, in these disgrace in times Lemme state my case about the paperchase I know it's hard tryin' to escape the pace Of the fast lane situated in a gold-plated camry, lex, or benz But what about some perk-related family checks for friends the fall of hip hop it's gonna be fucking ceo's don't see my flow as a business opportunity How soon we forget what it means to be original seems to me they feen to see residuals I reckon smash flows gettin' payed for half-assed shows Most are too concerned about collecting cash flows You get burned on down but they see dash hoes on your set Well, all I need is food on the table Those that got my back despite the fact, dude, from the label Means I'm financially able, we still maintain hip hop and keep it stable [Chorus] Letras de canciones [Chops] You gotsa know your friends and enemies and those who just pretend to be the ones who go "remember me?", what good old days, memories we never had together, friends and fair weather, yea whatever You used to have no time for us, and now you wanna rhyme with us Come on and spend a dime with us, and check some sisters nothin' but lovin' on your mind, and come and find it was just tricks They rob and leech tryin' livin' life somethin' rich and famous, you're making me sick Because you're shameless, plus you see me like pomegranates You seen it and said i'm a habit. Nowhere to be found when we was underground strugglin', but now you come around all of a sudden, checkin' wallets for dollars, you bug me I give promise to those who knew us when we was nothing 'cuz that's the truth Form of support that was pure, we had yours from the doorground floor and evaded the rhymes and finally made it, you wasn't fishy, never gonna be unappreciated [Chorus] [Styles] It's true that gold rules the whole globe, diamond no close well, there were art of inlays with gold fixtures 'til I remain a bitch to the dollar. Admit it insulate it with the Philly caps the facts that's good cash But the fact remains material gains can't steer the clever pains this lifestyle musta formed a nice while But i'll state the grass was kinda greener in a leaner pasture I wouldn't give up livin' with hip hop for love was much cleaner It's a fine line tryin' to get some money plus represent for me what to choose what imitation is against the paycheck Rockin' dashin' fashions and stashin' cash hits, but what is this am I a business man or just a heavy spendage? I got ten times the ends but only half the real friends lying in plus settin' bettin' one thousand would break houses but what counts is I tol' all my soul i'm just a slave to chasin' of the paper [Chorus] From Letras Mania