Artist: Ant Banks f/ MC Breed Album: Do or Die Song: Money Don't Make a Man Typed by: dy_face@hotmail.com [Intro: MC Breed] Daaaaaaaaannk!! Money don't make a man, money don't make this man But a man can make money! Ta-daw, yeah, HAY!! Once again that nigga A-N-T, for the nine Fi-dive, HEY!! Money don't make a man, money don't make a man But a man can make money! [Verse One: Ant Banks] Not money y'all, change your man after changing hands And he moves from the ghetto lands up to metal lands Now, peep a nigga when he come up, cause everytime he run up Yo, have a different whore with her hair done up He hang with troops, keeps a gang of loot Never seen without a .25 inside his boots And if you shoot, then he has to blast The ghetto bastard; decide for his cast But really headed for disaster making It's the way that nigga trip and shit Cause when you hang, really that nigga be running his lip and shit And he's bound to getting caught up eventually If he don't stop doing that old B.G. shit and become an O.G. He is the nigga with the masterplan That's what he talked to the partner he was hanging with Starts beating soft He ain't never should've let that shit goes straight to his head But now we're charging to the game, explaining that to the feds now [Chorus: MC Breed] Money don't make a man, money don't make a man But a man can make money! It's all about money, ain't a damn thing funny You gots to have a kind in this land of milking honey Yeah, money don't make a man, money don't make a man But a man can make money! It's all about money, ain't a damn thing funny But don't let it change you, rearrange you [Verse Two: Ant Banks] This bitch used to fuck my nigga up until my nigga went broke Swore she loved him, only if he was paying card notes Getting cribs, getting tips, taking trips even cruises Bahamas weekends, whatever the bitch chooses Fuck me up, to see my partner getting played But what the fuck can I tell the nigga that's getting paid? Days, weeks, months go by And the sitter of this happeness are just ran dry Down to his last cent, time to pay the rent And I can tell your ass just where this cash went Out being spent by the number one hooker The bottoms up, gold digger, good looker I used to fuck that bitch, but now she's doing himp And the whore want my dick back, picture that with Fuji Film Now you wanna hug, don't even try that Awww, now you love me?! ~ bitch, can you buy that? [Chorus: MC Breed] [Verse Three: Ant Banks] Now, ?? you a second up out position This be dis-impleasant, what I mean Is I'm out to envision what that's yet to be seen What's been done has already been forgotten ?? spitting no bullshit, the whole world despite you Wide you, on and popping off in my neighborhood I know what's love, so what up, cause the flavor is good I never gave a fuck, but I pay to fuck But don't trip cause some whores slip never saved a buck I go put the mind in anatomy But your shit perceive, bitch, don't try to flatter me I'm shooting from the hip and never even slip Now, wise them in the Mr. Making grip, cause.. [Chorus: MC Breed]