[ VERSE 1: Buckshot Shorty ]. Back in the days we used to hit Pitkin Av. Knapsack strapped on my back cause everything got bagged. In sight when I got put out put up a fight. Then I took flight all you seen was a streak of light. Ghost you didn't catch me if you wanted to. I broke it's time to catch some wreck where's my crew?. Hit up the ball ( ? ) fill up the pad with ease. Pump shit on the block and make at least two g's. Sometimes I even hit the pocket I got knocked. One time two times shit they couldn't stop it. I had to make my loot I had to make my dough. So I took my 'Lo and Guess then bumped the rest. On the ave it's all about the green. And niggas who make mad green know what I mean. So if you in the house and you know what it's about. Gettin paid come on let me hear you shout. [ CHORUS ]. Make money money make money money money (4X). Take money money take money money money (4X). [ VERSE 2: Buckshot Shorty ]. I got to get paid and I mean quick fast. And if it ain't the cash then that ass get blast. Livin in New York nowadays is like damn. Cause if you're broke nobody wants to be your man. Especially the girls when it come to gettin game. You got to have the loot plus the gear to maintain. I can't take the heat there's a strain on my brain. And when my pockets are broke my heart feels the pain. I gotta get a grip cause I might just flip. I'm thinkin of a vic where's my crew and my clip?. It's a jack take your fuckin hand off the wheel. Turn around slowly bitch you know the deal. (Shorty you crazy) Nah I need dough. And I'ma do what I gotta do where's my flow?. I wanna grab the mic flip the script and get paid. But if I puff a daydream damn I'm gettin played. Word to my meals no frills gotta go. And if you wanna bump makin dough let me know. I rather get paid with the paid program. You can keep your fame and fuck who's the man. I scheme and I scheme till I go get the green. And if you want a scene of the money fiend. Niggas ( ? ) hit the screen. Everybody in the house if you want dough. You gots to let me know. [ CHORUS ]. [ VERSE 3: Buckshot Shorty ]. I'm gettin kinda old now my moms wanna flip. Up out the crib damn I gotta hit a fuckin lick. The house ain't clean and the rent's overdue. I hear the same line yeah "I do it all for you". You do it all for me but all I want is my own. I wanna represent so I keep shit known. That I'm for the dough and nothin but the dead pres. Fuck Uncle Sam and the bullshit he says. You got to get paid says the man on the corner. See a fly shortie lookin good push up on her. Now I'm like the man cause I bring home the bacon. Shit is mad real kid ain't no move-fakin. On the streets of New York whatever you talk. It seems like only poor people eat pork. Word to my herb make your loot in the spot. If you wanna get paid let me see you lick one shot. [ CHORUS ]