Paper'd Up 

He's a sweet, soul, brother

Money, money, money, money
Money, money, money, money
You make me feel so good
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 [bad word]  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 for a 9 to 5, and 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

 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 [bad word] 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