Money Don’t Make a Man

Lyrics

[Skit: Ant Banks, MC Breed, Ant Banks & MC Breed] Die! Money don't make a man, money don't make a man But a man can make money Taa-dow [Intro: Ant Banks] Yeah Heyyyy Once again, that nigga A-N, T For the nine-fiddy Heyy [Chorus: Ant Banks & MC Breed] Money don't make a man, money don't make a man But a man can make money [Verse 1: Ant Banks] Now money'll what, change a man after changing hands And he moves from the ghetto lands up to the meadow lands Now, peep a nigga when he come up, 'cause every time he run up He'll have a different hoe with a hair done up He'll hang with troops, keeps a gang aloof Never seen without a .25 inside his boots And he'll shoot too, he has to blast, the ghetto bastard That's not for his cast, but really headed for disaster, maybe It's the way that nigga trip and shit 'Cause when you hang with him, that nigga be runnin' his lip and shit And it's bound to get him caught up, eventually If he don't stop doin' that O.B.G. shit, become an O.G He's a nigga with a master plan, that's what he thought 'Til the partner he was hangin' with started speakin' soft He never shoulda let that shit go straight to his head But now he chargin' it to the game, explain that to the feds, now [Chorus: Ant Banks & MC Breed, Ant Banks] Money don't make a man, money don't make a man But a man can make money It's all about money, ain't a damn thing funny You gots to have a con in this land of milk and honey (Yeah) Money don't make a man, money don't make a man But a man can make money It's all about money, ain't a damn thing funny But don't let it change ya, rearrange ya [Verse 2: Ant Banks] This bitch used to fuck my nigga up until my nigga went broke Swore she'd love him only if he was payin' car notes Getting grips, giving tips, taking trips, even cruises Bahamas weekends, whatever the bitch chooses Fucked me up to see my partner getting played But what the fuck can I tell a nigga that's getting paid? Days, weeks, months go by And the center of his happiness had just ran dry Down to his last cent, time to pay the rent And I can tell your ass just where his cash went Out being spent by the number one hooker The bottoms up gold digger, the good-looker I used to fuck the bitch, but now she doing him And the hoe want my dick back, picture that, with Coogi, fam Now you wanna hug me, don't even try that Oh now you love me? Biatch, can you buy that? [Chorus: Ant Banks & MC Breed, Ant Banks] Money don't make a man, money don't make a man But a man can make money It's all about money, ain't a damn thing funny You gots to have a con in this land of milk and honey (Yeah) Money don't make a man, money don't make a man But a man can make money It's all about money, ain't a damn thing funny But don't let it change ya, rearrange ya [Verse 3: Ant Banks] Now, put yourself in about position, this be dissin? Listen What I mean is I'm out, to envision what has yet to be seen What's been done has already been forgotten Apple's bitten, no bullshit, and the whole world's rotten White [?] own and popping off in my neighborhood I know what's love, so what up, 'cause the flavor's good I never gave a fuck, but I paid to fuck But don't trip, 'cause some old slip never save a buck I go for the mind in anatomy Wit yo shit physique, bitch, don't try to flatter me I'm shootin' from the hip, and never even slip Now as I'm in the midst of making grip, 'cause [Chorus: Ant Banks & MC Breed, Ant Banks] Money don't make a man, money don't make a man But a man can make money It's all about money, ain't a damn thing funny You gots to have a con in this land of milk and honey (Yeah) Money don't make a man, money don't make a man But a man can make money It's all about money, ain't a damn thing funny But don't let it change ya, rearrange ya