Paper'd Up Explicit; Feat． Mr． Kane， Tracy Nelson E

He's a sweet soul brother. In this World. Money, money, money, money. I feel need. Money, money, money, money. You Make me feel money, money. In this World. Money, money, money, money. I feel a need. Money, money, money, money. Money, money, money. In a world of change, Here I am. Trying to have some thangs. 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 hand. 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 dog house, cause I'm a Paid fool. In world of change, Here I am. Trying to have some thangs. So what you need is some game, to get Your money, man. Oh baby, In a world of paper, paper. In this World. Money, money, money, money. I feel a need. Money, money, money, money. Money, money, money. 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.