Take the money, never have to run,
Take the money, never have to run,
Take the money, never have to run.
Here's how it goes.
All for the cash, man, niggas'll be ready to blast, man,
Mad hoes will be quick to give up the ass, man,
Traitors, they'll be robbin' your stash, man,
Don't wanna end up like the last man.
If the price is right, niggas can get trife alright,
They plot and they scheme all day and all night,
And they might even get elaborate enough
To plan the illest kind of crime, fuck the average stuff!
Like this chick who was kickin' it with this balla,
Pretendin' that she loved him, only really loved dollars,
Hollaed at his man so they could rendez-vous,
Said to his man, “Forget him, I'm fond of you.”
So after the screw, she put him down with her plan,
The utmost betrayal, this nigga's down with her man,
But the sex changed everything, they conspired to snake him,
Talked about the best time and best way they could take him,
While in bed she told him just where her man kept his dough,
She said: “Yo, tonight he's ‘bout to cop some blow,
And I know, there's at least fifty grand to show,
Bring a gat, wear a mask, and come through the window,
I'll leave it open for you, he won't never know,
So run in, grab the money, later on, you and I can flow.
If we do this shit right, he won't fight,
Break out with the cash and stay your ass out of sight!”
So the nigga sat back, but little did he know
He was about to ruin his life over a silly ho,
And really though, the whole shit went wrong,
‘Cause when he came through the window and pulled out, it was on,
Money they was gon' rob, was high, on some shit
Dukes with the mask, told him, “Run your shit!”
He said, “Fuck that shit!” So they tussled and shit,
Then blaow! The burner spit, and the chick's man got hit,
He died, his man had no loyalty, she's locked up as an accessory,
His man's doin' life, what a tragedy!
All for the cash, man.
Never have to run…