[Lyric] $12.50 (Viro the Virus)

I hear people saying
Getting ready for (money, money)
They getting ready for (money, money)

[Verse 1]
The root of all evil, ruler of all people
Green paper with a picture of a bald eagle
And the head of a dead pres
Unless you got bread, you can’t be well fed
You can’t even scramble an egg
So watch me [ ? ] while I land in the bed
Some say others gamble instead
But chasing paper’s a race you run
’Til you reach the land of the dead
And it’s a new dawn, I need some new coin
And some new bills, I’ve got overdue bills
Baby needs a case of Huggies
Basically I need to make a way to make some money
It’s no mystery, that’s what makes the world go ‘round
So either go ‘round with it or get dizzy
So I hit the studio and get busy
Sell the CD for $12.50, nigga!
[Hook]
I hear people saying (feel me)
Getting ready for (I’m getting money, money)
They getting ready for (I’m getting money, money)
(It’s a new hustling time)

[Verse 2]
What’s worst than no money in your purse?
Well no dough in the wallet that’s in your pocket
So I hit the stage and rock it
Do it for the love but still can’t forget the profit
Now the snow grindin’ pretty ricky
I’m on a fast track to stacks and big willy
‘Cause my prepaid cellphone is silly
Got me pinching pennies and minutes and [ ? ? ]
And really and I know that you feel me
‘Cause everyone I pass needs cash
I ain’t the only one who got Comcast on his ass
Gotta think “Should I buy this drink, I ain’t got no gas?”
Picking out who I’m gonna ask
Sick of being down to my last
So I put it down in the lab
Make a hit swiftly
Sell the CD for $12.50, biatch!

[Hook]
I hear people saying (feel me)
Getting ready for (I’m getting money, money)
They getting ready for (I’m getting money, money)
(It’s a new hustling time)
[Verse 3]
I dedicate this album to my daughter’s college fund
Need to sell enough of these so I can start one
So by the time she’s 18 I’d have made enough green
That my baby don’t gotta borrow from your son
That’s my plan and I’ll be damned
If I avoid it no matter how many doors were slammed
In my face, or how many windows were closed
I’m a go and get this dough by any means it takes
You go through all of your adult life in debt
Stressed to the limit living cheque to cheque
That’s why: free time I think up
All these plans to gear up and stick up a Brinks truck
Full steam ahead with no breaks
No sunny days ahead with no cake
So come and hit it with me
Then we can split it
And you can spend it on my CD
It’s $12.50, feel me?

[Hook]
I hear people saying (feel me)
Getting ready for (I’m getting money, money)
They getting ready for (I’m getting money, money)
(It’s a new hustling time)