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Hmm! (Yeah!, Statik for life) I get rap money (yeah) Another day another dollar (another day another dollar) I get rap money (rap money) Anything less than that I get rap money Another day another dollar I get rap money (rap money) Anything less than that (rap money) Take a dance with the devil if you will Hit the booth to lay my vocals with a seven of some kill Still addicted to the reefer, been a chiefery since a teen though Started serving sacks of stress, weed through my screen door Went to banging them boulders through my burglar bars Knowing every fiend that I serve, I could get served with a charge People set me up, tried to rob me in my cousin garage Even your family will fuck you, fuck love, its just a facade I need some rap money, pimping my pen, getting paid, bitch Paper in my pocket before I jump on the stage, bitch Let them labels know that a piece of change ain't gonna change him Cuz' way before I gave you this Gary thing I was slanging, banging Eastside niggas gotta eat Got caught up on 65, it's been dry for about a week Pray to the heavenly father, now I lay me down to sleep I promise I'ma take my hands up out the streets If I could only get some I get rap money yeah uh (another day another dollar) You rather do this shit than that shit I get rap money yeah uh (anything less than that) Don't get it fucked up that's just some rap shit (I get rap money (another day another dollar) You rather do this shit than that shit I get rap money yeah uh (anything less than that) Don't get it fucked up that's just some rap shit (rap money) Started smoking chronic out with Dr. Dre Youngest out the group, wishing and hoping to get paid Starving on two bags of weed with seven niggas Created doggystyle, the youngest up out to live the dog pound Still hungry, poured us some dog food, alleged Don't try to tell me dreams don't come true Formatted the plan, the motherfucking man Rap money in my hand, mo' G's and mo' gram Hooked up with Pac, all eyes on me Just call me that nigga Daz or the D-A-Z Twenty years later I'm here just like I never left Rock the motherfucking stage, every night I collect Worldwide respect, keep it independent Distribute and press my own CDs, ya little nigga Sixty days later this how a nigga spend it Rap money, hundred thousand sold, nigga meal ticket Love rap money I get rap money yeah uh (another day another dollar) You rather do this shit than that shit I get rap money yeah uh (anything less than that) Don't get it fucked up that's just some rap shit I get rap money (another day another dollar) You rather do this shit than that shit I get rap money yeah uh (anything less than that) Don't get it fucked up that's just some rap shit (rap money) All the songs I sing for you If you don't believe, it's