Paper'd Up

He's a sweet soul brother. In this heart. Money, money, money, money. I feel a thing. Money, money, money, money. You make me feel so good. Money, money. In this Heart. Money, money, money, money. I feel thing. Money, money, money, money. Money, money, money. In a world of change, Here I am, Trying to have some things. So what you need is some game to get Your money, Man. Oh, baby, In a world of paper, paper. Thinking of a master plan, 'cause ain't nothing but Sweat inside my hands. So I dig into my pockets, all my money Is spent. So I dig deeper, but still coming Up with lint. So I start my mission, Leave my residence, thinking how can I get some Dead presidents? I need money. I used to see a stick-up Kid, so I think of all the devious things I did. I used to roll up, this is A hold up, ain't nothing funny. Stop smiling, 'cause still don't nothing move but The money. 'Cause now I've learned to earn 'cause I'm righteous. I feel great, so maybe I might Just search for a nine to five. And if I strive, then maybe I'll stay alive. So I walk up the street, whistling this, Feeling out of place, 'cause man do I miss A pen and a paper, a stereo, a tape Of me and Warren G and a big fat Plate of chicken wings, 'cause that's my favorite Thing. But without no money, man, that shit's a Dream. 'Cause I don't like to dream about getting Paid. So I dig into the books of the Rhymes that I've made. Soon as I bust them, see if I got Pull, I hit the doghouse, 'cause I'm paid in Full. In world change, here I am, Trying to have some things. So what you need is some game to get Your money, man. Oh, baby, in a world of paper, Paper. In this Heart. Money, money, money, money. I feel a thing. Money, money, money, money. Money, money, Well, well, Well, Well, well. Well, well, well, Well. Oh, baby. Well, well, well. Oh, baby. Oh, baby. Well, well, Well, well. Well, well, well. Oh, baby. Oh, Baby.