Paper'd Up

He's a sweet, soul, brother Money, money, money, money Money, money, money, money You make me feel so goooood 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 Ohh 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 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 Ohh baby, in the world of paper, paper Money, money, money, money Money, money, money, money Money, money, money W w w w w well W w w w w welllll Ohhhh baby W w w w w well W w w w wellll, ohh baby Ohhhh baby