Gotta Make That Money Lyrics - They Never Saw Me Comin' - Tq

Yeah uh mm give it to me 

Mmm yeah yeah, mm no no no no 

Seems like every night 

Right before I go to sleep 

I say a little prayer to the Lord 

That he keep me 

I used to be the kinda nigga 

That didn't give a 

Fuck about anybody 

The slightest little thing would make me mad 

Especially if it involved my money 

And I can't tell you 'bout the next man 

But I love pullin' up in big sedans 

Wit' all my niggas in a caravan 

Holla if you hear me 

Now I'd love to break ya, bring you down and 

Take ya back again 

But that would take too much time 

And I gotta hit the streets again 

And even if the sun don't shine 

I'll still be hustlin' 

Gotta make that money make that money 

Keep it comin', if it takes all night 

I can't be strugglin' 

Somebody come help me can you tell me why 

Is slangin' always on my mind 

Must be buggin' 

I guess they figured I would quite and they 

Could get me if they tapped my line 

Don't me nothin', I still be hustlin' 

Now I hate to be the one to tell ya 

But I don't mind 

Niggas can hate if they want to 

And I'm still gonna get mine 

Yes I'll still be ridin' in a SC on dubs and I a 

Won't be seen at none of the club and I a 

All your women would know who I was and 

That you wouldn't like 

If everybody kept they mind on gettin' they scrilla 

Won't be no time to fuck with mine 

So won't be no killing 

I'll just sit back and recline and smoke this Philly 

And keep my fingers laced with diamonds like 

Big Willie 

But for now catch me on Compton avenue 

Wit' a handful of hundreds and a strap or two 

Puttin' it down for niggas like they told me to 

You need some candy so won't you come through 

And even if the sun don't shine 

I'll still be hustlin' 

Gotta make that money make that money 

Keep it comin' if it takes all night 

I can't be strugglin' 

Somebody come help me can you tell me why 

Is slangin' always on my mind 

Must be buggin' 

I guess they figured I would quite and they 

Could get me if they tapped my line 

Don't me nothin' I still be hustlin' 

Sometimes I'm suited up 

Sometimes I'm bummy, lookin' like a crook 

Hair all nappy and wild we call it the full nuk 

Mashin', mobbin' and thrashin' 

Whoopers, horns and tweeters blastin' 

Throbbin', hoggin' and doggin' 

Godzilla ballin' 

When it's money callin' war-rank 

Just ride your runners fool 

Be 'bout your bank 

Sittin' fat like coupling 

All about my money, duffel bags full of scratch 

Artillery fire arms and gats 

Reep my mill, cap my feddy, get my bread 

Harries on my tail, but I'm tryin' for them, but they want me dead 

'Cuz I made it out the game without a clue or trace 

Used to sell that bass 

Rock cavvy candy 

[Incomprehensible] 

Never had to stop, enemies on the block, they knew it 

As far as I was concerned, [Incomprehensible] man I do it 

Check it out 

Money schemin' 

Chis Alberchuck, Chocolate Philly, Glocks Garcia Vegas 

Black and miles on the pack again 

Yes 

What you know about that? 

TQ and E-40 Fonzarelli A.K.A. Charlie Hustle, easy 

Biatch