Easy Money - Wrekonize, Bun B

Yeah, I know you

You from that, you from that group, right?

I’ve seen y’all going all around the country and shit

Y’all got it poppin' right now, shit

How does it feel to blow up, man?

You got that easy money, shit

Lemme get my grind on I been moving like a cyclone

Through the years keep my rhyme strong

All to eat and keep the motherfucking lights on

What your problem is shit we got jobs

Will saying that they just high profile

Speaking to eat and keeping the street

Under your feet whenever kids

Are trying to beef cause they got no style

I see you touring the show making the thickest of women get low

Must be the shit so motherfucking legit

To get a grip from the hip exit get the dough

Shit I got boo coo fees to relieve

I ain’t free still gotta pay taxes

Still gotta meet Uncle Sam’s demand

And god damn still hide a couple stacks under the mattress

What you think this is?

You really think I got balls in the lotto

You think I got a money tree full of leaves

And I bleed out green got a cellar full of bottles?

This is life ain’t it?

Money come money go cause it quite tainted

All nuttin' but a thing cause it ain’t really

No such thing as easy money

I don’t care what they say

No such thing as easy money

I don’t care what they say

No such thing as easy money

Still I spend it away

Let 'em hate, easy money

I don’t care what they say

There’s no such thing as easy

Money will come and go quicker than the air that’s gets up into your lungs

Breathing heavier than normal and it’s steady for months

My lady just wanna see me more than a second for once

It’s a fucked up game full of pain huh we all working through the process

My conditioning’s conditioned cause I’m steady on a mission

For the better life and getting all these objects obsessed

What a life, we all paying a price to be bathed in the light

I been wanting to know if you feeling alien tonight

Cause I never really seem to feel that safe in the sights

Wall Street fucks with they suit and the tie

Getting bread but to get it they be losing they pride

Always kept cool even when they ruin my tide

I’ve always envied those who just came out to shoot at the sky

I been hustling since I was old enough to get a buck

And live up to the meaning of a dollar

Got a job pushing shopping carts and taking bullshit

From a jacked up douche in a collar

Huh I was 15 acting like the money would be better

For the status of my karma

But nothing’s easy and I keep telling my momma

See everybody wanna be the man

With the master plan that’s on the top

They want the cars, want the clothes

Want the broads and the bottles to pop

But when ya sittin' out on the throne

Laid back chillin' being the king

With the watch and the chain and the pinky ring

You better watch your back for all the hate it bring

See everybody goon love yo ass

When you broke as a joke and you not a threat

But soon as you get that bread and you start turning heads

Watch how jealous they get

When your status is elevated

You kind of made it and you get some change

If they don’t get what they think they suppose to get

Then motherfuckers start acting strange

Pointing fingers, talking down

Acting funny when you come around

Next thing you know you the talk of the town

Use to have a smile, now you got a frown

You ain’t know that’s the price of fame

And that’s what it cost to be in this game

You better be built for it or stay in your lane, mayne