Texty:
Chicago I Don T Want Your Money

pride I don't want your social standing I'd rather stand outside I don't have no time to worry 'Bout your greedy jive I don't want your money I don't

I don't want your social standing I'd rather stand outside I don't have no time to worry 'Bout your greedy jive I don't want your money I don't like that

group don't hit They don't make you nothin' but a pop ho bitch And I don't need ya, I love to bleed ya All I ever wanted was a real nigga's praise But

all that, I heard your lyrics, I feel your spirit, But I still talk that CA-A-ASH, 'Cause a lot wags want to hear it. And I'm feelin like Mike at

, learn ya, stay out it if it don't concern ya You don't really want to get involved wit da murder But shit if ya want it we got it, we bringing it!

track bite She don?t? know the casio cost 100 It?s been two years since I?ve done it now all the rappers want it What? everybody i'd like to announce throw your

your man or just thump your freak I come to your town, I'm not under I want your name and your telephone number You think I'm faking, but I'll call

, you got to vote for me I'm a winner, baby I am the man, yes, I am Here I am, I'll do everything I can Well, I'm a winner Yes, I'm a winner, baby, yeah

your jaw, these kids don't run anymore Kicks is a hundred or more (Verse 4: Common) A man in front of the store, begging for money and mercy I told