Legal Money

Lyrics

[Intro] Gonna make that money, man It's still the same, steady running things forever [Pre-Chorus: Von Won] I know you haters Wanna see me face-down (Yeah) Taking chances just to make it moving Packs of Greyhounds Felonies and misdemeanors All that ain't a great sound No more packing a Ruger Or walking 'round with Dre Pound (Oh, oh) [Chorus: Von Won] I'm getting legal money now I'm getting legal money now (Gonna make that money, man) I'm getting legal money now (It's still the same, steady running things forever) (Gonna make that money, man) (It's still the same, steady running things forever) I'm getting legal money now (Gonna make that money, man) I'm getting legal money now (It's still the same, steady running things forever) I'm getting legal money now (Gonna make that money, man, it's still—) I'm getting legal money now (Uh) (Gonna make that money, man, it's still—) [Verse 1: Von Won] I'm getting legal tender, legal bread That's why I stay flyer than an eagle's head Up-Upgraded the Jag to the regal red Dog, I keep more knots than Jamaican dreads Felt the pressure but I kept on building Tried it, even though I got that slept-on feeling Unappreciated, I'm gon' bet y'all chilling I made y'all starve, now y'all act like villains This ain't a good guy, he's only finna show class Well, I'ma finna show up with my hands on cash I stay on my stack like the Geico commerical Rewriting history like Michael and Purple Rain Here up in the booth, we got the churches changed And I've been seeking to make my purpose plain I'm rising to the top and I ain't stopping 'Til I pop up in a purple Range Pushing up limits, cooking up gimmicks Trying to equate what I'm spitting, it's physics You need degrees to explain how I did it The temperatures rise and I'm sick, I admit it Contemplation, I'd hide them birds in my seats Brick after brick, inside a burb, I'm with G Hitting the booth, then returning with thieves Had a nightmare of cops that was rolling behind me, ten feet Who's in control? No one else but the law So I put down that life and I scoop up my sword Real on this mic, never truth on these bars But these rappers around me still thinking they're hard Mind-state of Shawn Carter, Suge Knight Bully in the game so I can bring the hood life Christ in my veins and [?] my [?] (I'm getting) Been around the world twice, free flight, uh-huh! (Legal money now) [Pre-Chorus: Von Won] I know you haters (Yeah) Wanna see me face-down (Oh yeah) Taking chances just to make it moving Packs of Greyhounds (Oh) Felonies and misdemeanors All that ain't a great sound No more packing a Ruger Or walking 'round with Dre Pound (I'm getting a need for) [Chorus: Von Won & Bizzle] I'm getting legal money now I'm getting legal money now (Gonna make that money, man) I'm getting legal money now (How can I, can I? Yeah, yeah) (It's still the same, steady running things forever) (Gonna make that money, man) (It's still the same, steady running things forever) I'm getting legal money now (Gonna make that money, man) I'm getting legal money now (It's still the same, steady running things forever) I'm getting legal money now (How can I [?]? It's Bizzle) (Gonna make that money, man, it's still—) I'm getting legal money now (Can I, can I get it now?) (Gonna make that money, man, it's still—) [Verse 2: Bizzle] And I'm not bragging at all But I had to get off that foolishness (Yeah) Through Christ, I'm a new dude moving with A new life and a new mood you can see (Y'all [?], ayy) You insist I'm a hooligan, but grew up (Yeah, yeah) Swimming in the pool with them, I was cool with (Yeah, yeah) Did school with them, grew with them (Yeah, yeah, oh) So it feel like I'm still in tune with them (Yeah) Through the music, all I knew was sin (Yeah) Taught to sell, but to hell with what you heard (Heard) They're making it look cool, as if It's all well, homie, all that jail is for the birds They do one year and leave (And leave) If that, then they go free (Free, oh) If you get caught doing that same thing (Yeah) You'd get six years at least Whether you rapping or making beats (Beats) Going to class with A's and B's (B's) And mowing the grass and taking the heat It's a future for you, and it ain't just streets (Oh yeah, yeah) You can make it your situation You can take it and make it gleam Circumstances, you can change it (Oh) Work in advance and say you believe (Yeah) And, dog, I'd be a liar If I said it would be easy (No) You're tryna provide for your seed But if you're in jail, then where will your seed be? (Oh yeah, yeah, man) We need you free, a cage Just ain't no place for no human being to be (I want money, yeah) Hood is just what you think it to be (Money) And we finna change the meaning of street (Oh) Bizzle [Pre-Chorus: Dre Murray] I know you haters Wanna see me face-down (Yeah, yeah) Taking chances just to make it moving Packs of Greyhounds (Oh yeah) Felonies and misdemeanors All that ain't a great sound No more packing a Ruger Or walking 'round with Dre Pound (I am getting legal money, ayy, yeah) [Chorus: Von Won & Dre Murray] I'm getting legal money now I'm getting legal money now (Gonna make that money, man) I'm getting legal money now (How can I, can I? Yeah, yeah) (It's still the same, steady running things forever) (Gonna make that money, man) (It's still the same, steady running things forever) I'm getting legal money now (Gonna make that money, man) I'm getting legal money now (It's still the same, steady running things forever) I'm getting legal money now (How can I, can I, can I) (Gonna make that money, man, it's still—) I'm getting legal money now (Ayy, can I, can I get it now?) (Gonna make that money, man, it's still—) [Verse 3: Dre Murray] I see you posted on the corner Fists full of marijuana Eyes on that white band Block hotter than a sauna In the car, you call a loaner In a minute, you's a goner Evil world has no heart And it's looking for a donor (Oh) Ooh, the perfect candidate (Yeah, yeah) Hustle Town mind-state Get it by any means Including the crime rate I'm like, wait, hold up Kinfolk, slow your roll You're about to throw your life away (Oh yeah) Plus your soul And I ain't even tryna preach To you, I just seen Too many of my kin in that pen And it's all behind, been (Oh yeah) Ain't no goody two shoes I can't even pretend Minus ten (Oh) I was chasing that green, married to sin (Yeah) Almost lost my life That marriage, it had to end I'm done with them loser types (Oh) I'm trying to win (I want money) You can miss me with that Waldo Now I'm looking for Forbes Yeah, I'm counting legal money (I'm getting) How's yours, huh? Huh? (Legal money now) [Pre-Chorus: Dre Murray] I know you haters Wanna see me face-down (Yeah, yeah) Taking chances just to make it moving Packs of Greyhounds (Oh yeah) Felonies and misdemeanors All that ain't a great sound No more packing a Ruger Or walking 'round with Dre Pound (I am getting [?], ayy, yeah) [Chorus: Von Won & Dre Murray] I'm getting legal money now I'm getting legal money now (Gonna make that money, man) I'm getting legal money now (How can I, can I? Yeah, yeah) (It's still the same, steady running things forever) (Gonna make that money, man) (It's still the same, steady running things forever) I'm getting legal money now (Gonna make that money, man) I'm getting legal money now (It's still the same, steady running things forever) I'm getting legal money now (How can I, can I, can I) (Gonna make that money, man, it's still—) I'm getting legal money now (Can I, can I get it now?) (Gonna make that money, man, it's still—) [Outro] (Gotta make that money, man) (Yeah, yeah) (It's still the same, steady running things fore—) (Oh yeah)