"Paper'd Up" lyrics

"He's a sweet, soul, brother!"

Money, money, money, money!
Money, money, money, money!
"You make me feel so good!"
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
Oh, 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-well
Oh, baby
W-w-w-w-w-well
W-w-w-w-well, oh, baby
Oh, baby

W-w-w-w-w-well
W-w-w-w-w-well
Oh, baby
W-w-w-w-w-well
W-w-w-w-well, oh, baby
Oh, baby