i get money
I get money, I get money, I get I get I get money (50)
[Chorus]
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (Yeah)
Money I got, money is got (I run New York!)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (Yeah yeah)
Money I got, money is got (I run New York!)
[Verse 1]
I take quarter water sold it in bottles for 2 bucks,
Coca-Cola came and bought it
For billions, what the f**k?
Have a baby by me; baby
Be a millionaire
I write the check before the baby comes,
Who the f**k cares
Im stanky rich
Ima die tryna spend this shit
Southside's up in in this bitch
Yeah i smell like the vault
I used to sell dope
I did play the block
Now i play on boats
In the south of France
Baby, St. Tropez
Get a tan? im already black
Rich? I'm already that
Gangsta, get a gat
Hit a head in a hat
Call that a riddle rap
Shit, f**k the chitter chat
I'm the baker, i bake the bread
The barber, i cut ya head
The marksman, i spray the lead
"I blood clot, chop ya leg"
Do not f**k with the kid
I get biz wit the cigg
I come where you live
Ya dead!
[Chorus:]
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (Yeah)
Money I got, money is got (I run New York!)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (Yeah yeah)
Money I got, money is got (I run New York!)
[Verse 2]
You can call this my new shit
But it aint new tho
I got rid of my old bitch
Now i got new hoes
First is was the Benzo
Now im in the Enzo, Ferrari, im sorry!
I keep blowin up! (Oh!!)
They call me the cake man
The strawberry shake man
I spray the AR
Make your whole click breakdance
Backspin, headspin, flatline, ya dead then
9 shells, Mac-10,
"who wan get it crackin?!"
I was young, i couldnt do good
Now i cant do bad
I ride, wreck the new Jag
I just buy the new Jag
Now nigga why you mad?
Oh you cant do that
Im so forgetful, they callin me cocky
I come up out the jewler, they callin me Rocky
Its the ice on my neck man, the wrist and my left hand
Bling like BLAOW
You like my style
Ha ha im headin to the bank right now
[Chorus:]
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (Yeah)
Money I got, money is got (I run New York!)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (Yeah yeah)
Money I got, money is got (I run New York!)
Yeah, I talk the talk, and I walk the walk
Like a teflon Don, but i run New York
When i come outta court, yea i pop the Colt
I keep it gangsta, have ya outlined in chalk
I I get it,
In the hood if ya ask about me
Theyll tell ya im bout my bread
I I get it,
Round the world if ya ask about me
Theyll tell ya they love the kid
I I get it,
Whoa Hey..
I I get it,
Whoa Hey..
I I get it,
Whoa Hey..
Yeah,
Whoa Hey..
I run New York!
Whoa Hey..
I I get it,
Whoa Hey..
I I get it,
Whoa Hey..
Yeah, yeah,
Whoa Hey..
I run New York!
Whoa..
I get money, money is got
Im back on the streets man,
I get money, money is got
Im bringin the heat man,
I get money, money is got
Im on my grind,
Money I got, money is got
Like all the time,
I get money, money is got
Tryna stop my shine,
I get money, money is got
Ill cock my 9
Dont get outta line,
Money I got, money is got
I said dont get outta line
I I get it..
I I get it..
Yeah, yeah.
--
there was a time when the words spoken in rap music were as positive as the goal - to escape the ghetto. hip hop's lyrics were written by and for other kids in the inner city. the words were political, powerful, self-aware and confident. hip hop music was a direct descendant of funk and more importantly, disco. these kids grew up with stephanie mills, salsoul, mfsb - a music and aesthetic that white kids had no connection with whatsoever.
ever since jazz, record labels, and to an extent, every large company understood that white kids want to be black. white kids mimic the style of dress, slang, attitude and music of black kids. these companies' coffers are filled by these suburban kids' thirst for inner city culture. major record labels were eager to cash in on hip hop, but positive lyrics over chic basslines wasn't going to sell in cincinatti. eventually hip hop changed. with the introduction of gangster rap, the words turned from optimism to nihilism. the rhythms, stripped down and ominous. this was the hook that the majors needed. it was far easier to market a product full of aggression to their angry consumers in the age of american decline. as a result, rappers who preached violence became much more successful than their peaceful counterparts. straight outta compton received double platinum status, without any airplay, while three feet high and rising received only platinum status and overwhelming accolades. and for a long time after that, only thugs made it big time.
now, the only way to make it out of the ghetto through rap music was to preach violence and ramble on about how hard you were and how many people you killed and so on. the record labels now were in total control of the genre and changed it's direction forever. the idea was being pushed to white kids that the only thing black folks wanted to do was kill each other, when in reality, the only thing these artists wanted was to make lots of money. these folks may go on about how they just don't care about being alive, but give them a truckload of money and all of a sudden, life doesn't seem so bad, but one must keep rattling on about how their life sucks to keep the cashflow going. now the hatred gets redirected to their record labels - the same labels with the carrot that leads mc donkeyboy.
after a while, the labels realized that the music would have to change. one of the 3 subjects in gangsters' repertoire was money(guns and hos being the other two). so, the focus changed from worshipping violence to worshipping money.
in the age of irony, bling was a thinly veiled attempt at it. yeah, isn't it funny how much i love money, blah blah - look at how much money i got, blah blah. if you examine it further, you have people who yearn for stardom. stardom being power. money being power. these people yearn for money and talk about it and become stars because they talk about how much they love money. it's weird. they are the perfect pets of the big businesses that own them. talk about how much you love money, we'll give it to you and guess what, the white kids, who mimic you will worship money as well, and since they have more of it, will be spending more to prove that they have it. it's a win/win situation for the same businesses that a decade earlier promoted the idea that all black people were lunatics.
now, why on earth would i want to let this retarded attitude in my life? i've spent my live avoiding obnoxious assholes, who do nothing other than talk about how much money they have, how tuff they are, how big their cars/boats/houses are, how much money they blow on coke(no pun intended), and how many chicks they bang in a given evening. i heard this song(i get money) on the radio in a taxi recently. i knew hip hop had fallen far from it's throne, but wasn't aware of just how far it had fallen.
now, i'm not going to make some grand statement like "hip hop is dead." but it is certainly dead to me. it's nothing more than a tool for corporate control over kids. i sure wish somebody would invent something new.
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