Joezy - Money Chain

For the love of money is the root off all kinds of evil
Some people, eager for money
Have wandered from the faith
And pierced themselves with many grieves
1 Timothy 6:10
See I'm a pimp
Can't you tell
They buy dreams
Guess what I sell
If she make me money, I treat her well
But I don't ever love 'em cuz that's how you fail
See I got this one chick look she super thick and she my bottom one
I'm glad I got her son
When she first got aboard she was kinda shy
Made her pop a bean her stock (Stalk) went out the sky
If the block is dry I send her to the club
I like she make me money but she think it's love
If we do the does I'm never strapping up so she always stuck
Charm of the Luck or the lucky
It ain't bout no butt it's bout the money
I'm bout my bucks I feel like Michael Redd
The girl is mine just like Michael said
And you can't beat it girl you know you need me
Don't you go forget who this work is feeding
I'm religious too I believe in Jesus
He blessed you with cleavage to go get your green up
It seem demeaning
Me and you a team
It's just one of those things
Baby dad left but who is here
Your son need supplies for the school year
The fridge is less cool when no food is there
You talking bout school what you gon do there
I ain't messing your head up or applying no pressure
Just keeping it real you could never do better
Don't you go forget it I'm all about cheddar
Just make sure my...
Work the pole or hit the strip
Whatever I need for the chips
My son said that he need some chips
So of course I need the funds to get it
The man that most call my pimp
I look at him like he's a gift
What would I do if he spilt
He the only love that I can get
Some friends say don't let 'em use you
He manipulates and abuse you
But it's clear they all confuse too
Cuz he here when times get crucial
Ma trynna preach but don't understand
She part of the problem that's underhand
Step fathers I had were worse than him
They cheat, lied, and cursed like him
At least he stay around
No self esteem when caring for more than self
Wasn't born to wealth
No silver spoon or shelf, filled with books and stories
Afternoons with Maury
Tests from laboratories
That these Labradors will sleep with any whore
But I don't care nomore if they scream and roar
Look who team I'm on
So when I step out the door it's just to make sure my son good and that...
You suck at being secretive
Your secrets are leaking
I'm young but I'm peeping it
They seeping into my soul and my mind
You say fine but Ma why you always crying
Don't know the work you do but I know that it's hurting you
And I know that's it's stripping your soul
Why you go in the cold with such little clothes
Why you beg that mean man when he threatens to go
Oh... I get it
Well I think I do
It's hurting me to think I'm hurting you
If you gotta do this I don't want them shoes and I want that game
They call you out your name for a piece a change
Now my thinkings change
For the right price can I buy her respect
For the right dollar can I call her whatever
There must be another way
Can you go find another job today
Want someone like mama but problem is
Do I gotta act like the guys she with
Do I gotta raise my hand and voice
So you know ima man and not a boy
And if so, I need me another type
Not someone like mama to be my wife
It seem that my mama lack self-respect
Or maybe she love me more than herself
Even at my age know this isn't right
But society just keep on feeding lies
I thought you get paid for what's on your mind
But I guess I do not know that much bout life
Now my minds perverted
See it's never worth it
You was raised in church but somehow lost your purpose for this worthless...

Written by:
Joseph Ukwu

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