Paper'd Up

He's a sweet, soul, brother Money, money, money, money Money, money, money, money You make me feel so good Money, money, money Money, money, money, money Money, money, money, money Money, money, money In the world of change, here I am Tryin' to have some thangs So what you need is some game to get your money man Ohh baby, in the world of paper, paper Thinkin' of a master plan 'Cause ain't nuttin' but sweat inside my hand So I dig into my pockets, all my money is spent So I dig deeper, but still comin' up with lint So I start my mission, leave my residence Thinkin' 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 nuttin' funny Stop smilin', 'cause still don't nuttin' 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 9 to 5, and if I strive Then maybe I'll stay alive So I walk up the street, whistlin' this Feelin' 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 thang But without no money man that shit's a dream 'Cause I don't like to dream about gettin' paid So I dig into the books of the rhymes that I've made Soon as I bust 'em see if I got pull I hit the dogghouse, 'cause I'm paid in full In the world of change, here I am Tryin' to have some thangs So what you need is some game to get your money man Ohh baby, in the world of paper, paper Money, money, money, money Money, money, money, money Money, money, money W-w-well, w-w-well, oh baby W-w-well, w-w-well, oh baby, oh baby W-w-well, w-w-well, oh baby W-w-well, w-w-well, oh baby, oh baby