Young Roddy is an American rapper signed to Curren$y's label Jet Life Recor… Read Full Bio ↴Young Roddy is an American rapper signed to Curren$y's label Jet Life Recordings.

On April 1st, 2012, Young Roddy released his first mixtape titled Good Sense. The mixtape is available for FREE download here: http://www.mediafire.com/?9g764eb6im6dy5g

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4 the Money
Young Roddy Lyrics

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Uh, I shipped it off and got paid
I blaze for them days, I had to work like a slave.
My nigga said he balze for the things he was on paper probation,
Been a long time waiting, almost drove my nigga crazy.
And yeah I understand, but as long as we be praying
Ain't complaining, I'm just saying this rap shit gonna make us major.
I mapped out my planes, passed a little to my men,
By belong my right hand I swear look out we get this paper.

Now my eyes low like a major state, blow like the ancients
Send my mama to Jamaican when I make it
I promised my girl a gold bracelet, got daughter a Mercedes
Soon as I get my pesos no clan,
I bet a nigga ball like a liquor,
Sign my homies to the label,
Good sense, but we ain't never gave a damn.
My kicks fucked up, cause I be getting out the mud,
A couple ounce from cos and smoke it all with blood, boy.

What up, Mike, that's my step-dad,
Homie thought me how to fix a flat, thought me how to bet.
I know that shit ain't much, but that's way more than my dad,
And now I ain't guessing, need a nigga that's my man.
It is what it is, though, my nigga, I'm just saying.
My father done it big, step father done it big,
My momma had a kid, so what that make me
Nigga, the man out of the crib small thing till G.
I can handle this shit and there I did.
And best believe I held that shit down with ease,
Them good treats held my hard times at ease,
But good grief, man, they think life for pitch, damn.
And all this dirty money give me the need for speed,
I'm trying to find a spot to play my money treat.

I work the pimp, see, I'm sipping out this jug.
A couple hours from cus and smoke it out with blood, boy.

Overall Meaning

The song "4 the Money" by Young Roddy features lyrics that speak of the trials and tribulations of climbing the ladder of success in the rap industry. The first verse speaks of shipping and getting paid, indicating a successful business run. The following lines describe the hard work that was required to get to that level, comparing it to that of a slave. The rapper then talks about his friend who is on paper probation, indicating that he cannot travel outside of his area. The artist recognizes the sacrifices his friend had to make, but also emphasizes that he is praying and he hopes that the rap industry will pay off for them. This verse ends with Roddy outlining his plans while promising to take care of his family and sign his homies to his label.

The second verse starts with a shoutout to his stepdad who taught him valuable life lessons. He also acknowledges the absence of his father but accepts his stepdad as a father figure. He states that he is "the man out of the crib," indicating that he is now in charge of his own life, taking care of his family, and pursuing his dreams. Roddy reflects on his hardships but acknowledges that good treats can ease one's hard times. He expresses his urgency for success by saying that "all this dirty money" gives him the need for speed, and he is willing to bet on himself. The verse ends on a celebratory note, emphasizing Roddy's hard work and ability to handle the challenges of the industry.

Overall, these lyrics denote a journey towards success with a focus on hard work, determination, and perseverance, which are essential to achieve one's goals. The rapper recognizes the importance of family and friends and vows to take care of them, signifying the value of community and reciprocity in the rap industry.

Line by Line Meaning

Uh, I shipped it off and got paid
I successfully sold my product and received payment for it.

I blaze for them days, I had to work like a slave.
I smoke marijuana to cope with the memories of working hard like a slave in the past.

My nigga said he balze for the things he was on paper probation,
My friend smoked marijuana to deal with the stress of being on probation.

Been a long time waiting, almost drove my nigga crazy.
My friend had to wait for a long time and it almost drove him insane.

And yeah I understand, but as long as we be praying
I understand my friend's struggles, but as long as we continue to pray, I believe we can make it through.

Ain't complaining, I'm just saying this rap shit gonna make us major.
I'm not complaining, I'm just stating that rapping has the potential to make us successful and wealthy.

I mapped out my planes, passed a little to my men,
I have planned out my strategies and shared a small portion of my earnings with my friends.

By belong my right hand I swear look out we get this paper.
I swear that my best friend is my strongest ally and we will make significant money together.

Now my eyes low like a major state, blow like the ancients
I have a lot of confidence and my eyes are low due to marijuana use.

Send my mama to Jamaican when I make it
I plan on using my earnings to send my mother on a vacation to Jamaica.

I promised my girl a gold bracelet, got daughter a Mercedes
I plan on buying a gold bracelet for my girlfriend and a Mercedes for my daughter when I have the money.

Soon as I get my pesos no clan,
As soon as I receive my earnings, I will no longer need any additional financial support.

I bet a nigga ball like a liquor,
I'm willing to bet that I will make a lot of money and be successful.

Sign my homies to the label,
I plan on signing my friends to my record label.

Good sense, but we ain't never gave a damn.
We are sensible, but we don't care what others think about us.

My kicks fucked up, cause I be getting out the mud,
My sneakers are dirty because I am working hard and getting my hands dirty.

A couple ounce from cos and smoke it all with blood, boy.
I buy a couple ounces of marijuana and smoke it with my friends.

What up, Mike, that's my step-dad,
Mike is my step-father and I am greeting and acknowledging him.

Homie thought me how to fix a flat, thought me how to bet.
My step-father taught me valuable skills such as fixing a flat tire and gambling.

I know that shit ain't much, but that's way more than my dad,
What my step-father taught me was not a lot, but it was more than what my biological father taught me.

And now I ain't guessing, need a nigga that's my man.
I am certain that I need a true friend by my side.

It is what it is, though, my nigga, I'm just saying.
I am accepting the current situation, but I am still expressing my thoughts and feelings about it.

My father done it big, step father done it big,
Both my biological and step-father achieved great success.

My momma had a kid, so what that make me
My mother had a child, which means I am her offspring.

Nigga, the man out of the crib small thing till G.
I am the man of the house, even though it is a small house, until I make significant money (reached my goal).

I can handle this shit and there I did.
I can face and manage hardships and I have already done so before.

And best believe I held that shit down with ease,
You can believe that I faced those hardships with confidence and strength.

Them good treats held my hard times at ease,
Marijuana helped me cope with my difficult times and made them easier to manage.

But good grief, man, they think life for pitch, damn.
People tend to have the misconception that life is easy, which is frustrating.

And all this dirty money give me the need for speed,
All this illegal money makes me crave excitement and adrenaline.

I'm trying to find a spot to play my money treat.
I am looking for a secure place to invest my money.

I work the pimp, see, I'm sipping out this jug.
I am being a pimp and drinking alcohol from a jug.

A couple hours from cus and smoke it out with blood, boy.
I buy a couple ounces of marijuana and smoke it with my friends.

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