Hey wassup Cube
Man I'm glad I caught you at your momma' house homey
The Curse Of Money - Ice Cube
Wassup man You still got your pager right or you lost it
Y'know my code right I been pagin you for about a week man
I heard about the deal ya got
Greed Khop
Check this out you owe a nigga somethin man
Do the math baby do the math (Ch-ching)
Do the math baby do the math (Ch-ching)
Do the math baby (The curse the curse)
Do the math baby (The curse the curse)
It's the curse of money once you get it fool you got it
Buy a new pair of drawers and motherf**kers spot it
Niggas plotted to have me knotted up in basements
Till these cocksuckers see what they're faced with
Their fantasies of a life stress-free
Full of orgies in the Florida Keys
But this bullshit is so thick it's like mountains
Sick of threatenin all my lawyers and accountants
The decibals gold diggers goin for the testicles
Soon they realise I don't invest in hoes
Sometimes it's like hell on earth
When everybody tryin to get your ass for all your worth
It's the curse
(The curse the curse) Do the math baby
(The curse the curse) Do the math baby
(The curse the curse) Do the math baby
(The curse the curse) Do the math
When you hot they think you got more than you got
When you not motherf**kers callin you a flop
I just laugh the curse everybody wanna have
Before you sell your soul better do the math
I start to scream shit like ＂May day may day＂
Cos motherf**kers think it's all grav-ay wit my pay day
And like I said it's the curse of money
They start laughin at your jokes when they ain't that funny
See this ass kissin yes man
Shakin hands with the left hand get my weap-an get to stepp-an
F**k every phony ass nigga round me
Stick a shaft up your ass like Richie Roundtree
Got to have some gas money if you goin
If not who you f**kin Who you flowin Who you owin
In '98 don't shit come free
Not even hard rhymes that's describin these hard times
(The curse the curse) Do the math baby do it
(The curse the curse) Do the math baby aha
(The curse the curse) Do the math baby
(The curse the curse) Do the math ooh wee
When you hot they think you got more than you got
When you not motherf**kers callin you a flop
I just laugh (haha) the curse everybody wanna have
Before you sell your soul better do the math
To relax I smoke a stick the shit make me sick
Gotta gang of new homies and relatives on my dick
No time for drama busters get sprayed
Bitches wanna get layed and everybody need their bills paid
Motherf**kers sweat me like a spy
They wanna kick it cos I got the curse of mulah
Make me wanna start scrappin and look at me to make it happen
What the f**k was they doin before Mack 10 was rappin Tell me
(What the f**k ) how can I remain a man of seven figures
When I'm rushed by gold diggers everytime I get bigger (Ch-ching)
Like David Banner when I tweak I turn green
And everytime I'm seen it's like people start to fiend
It's the curse
(The curse the curse) Do the math baby
(The curse the curse) Do the math baby
(The curse the curse) Do the math baby
(The curse the curse) Do the math
When you hot they think you got more than you got
When you not motherf**kers callin' you a flop
I just laugh the curse everybody wanna have
Before you sell your soul better do the math
The curse the curse
Better do it
Do the math baby get the f**k outta here
Do the math baby with dollar signs in your eyes
Do the math baby ha ha sheeit
Do the math
Leave your ass broke
Rabbit ears nigga for pockets
I'm cursed but I love it
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