Paperd Up (Explicit)

"He's a sweet, soul, brother!" Money, money, money, money! Money, money, money, money! "You make me feel so goooood!" Money, money, 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 fo' a 9 to 5, 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 Money, money, money, money! Money, money, money, money! Money, money, money! W-w-w-w-w-well W-w-w-w-w-welllll Ohhhh baby W-w-w-w-w-well W-w-w-w-wellll, ohh baby Ohhhh baby