Testo The Root - Tye Harris

Testo della canzone The Root (Tye Harris), tratta dall'album Monstah on Marz

I don't know
Can turn ya arch enemy into a bro
Can turn a faithful house wife into a hoe
Can turn yo closest best friend into a foe
When you got
Money
Money
Money
Money
Money
Money
She'll pop that pussy for some
Money
Money
Money
Money
Money
Money
They'll switch up on you for some
Money
Money
Money
Money
Money
Money
She'll pop that pussy for some
Money
Money
Money
Money
Money
Money
If I go kill me a nigga will I get into heaven
Long as I pay my tithes
Don't do no bad business
It's iffy when friendships or family and money collide
For some money I know a few folk
That'll sell kids some coke and go pimp out they wives
They'll pimp out they daughters
Wont even be bothered no fathers these niggas is trife
These demons will steal from they patnas
Turnaround and say brother who robbed ya
We walk round wit scars of betrayal
Cause niggas be lying and hang wit mufasa
You know bout dem crabs in a bucket
For money them crabs will say fuck it
Sellin they soul i don't trust it
Dat money will turn dem real boys into puppets
I don't know
Can turn ya arch enemy into a bro
Can turn a faithful house wife into a hoe
Can turn yo closest best friend into a foe
When you got
Money
Money
Money
Money
Money
Money
She'll pop that pussy for some
Money
Money
Money
Money
Money
Money
They'll switch up on you for some
Money
Money
Money
Money
Money
Money
She'll pop that pussy for some
Money
Money
Money
Money
Money
Money
Cause of money you really can't trust ppl with you
Depending on the price yo patnas might come get you
Yo hoe might get lost or get toss but because of yo pride
You can't show no emotion or what might be an issue
You measure success by how much money you got
You don't got no money my nigga you flop
Yo girlfriend gon tell you one day to kick rocks
For a man that don't love her but still he got Gwap
She'll cheat on him because she don't feel loved
He gives no fuck cause she cheatin with scrubs
Whole time you working you grindin you stacking
But deep down inside you feel ice in yo blood
Fuck it, I think that it's funny
But I play like a dummy
Cause when I find peace they try taking it from me
If I ain't got nothing else we'll at least I got money
If I ain't got nothing else we'll at least I got money
I don't know
It turns an arch enemy into lil bro
Turn a faithful house wife into a hoe
Turn yo closest best friend into a foe
When you got
Money
Money
Money
Money
Money
Money
She'll pop that pussy for some
Money
Money
Money
Money
Money
Money
They'll switch up on you for some
Money
Money
Money
Money
Money
Money
She'll pop that pussy for some
Money
Money
Money
Money
Money
Money



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Writer(s): Tyler Harris
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