I know some niggaz that'll
Merk ya for a quarter birdy
You b***h ass niggaz just be
Lucky that the boy ain't hurtin'
I got the money to lag and
I got that swagger workin'
I'm smokin' somethin' I can't pronounce
Behind them phantom curtains
What is you hollin' b***h
I'm on some gangsta shit
She wanna make me dinner
I tell her make me rich
You f**kin' with a winner
But I come from a little
Hoe but bet I can take that dirt
And turn that shit to glitter
I leave the work with her
Yeah she my baby sitter
And if I find out she stealin'
For realer I'ma kill her
I'm just a money man so
Where the dollars at
That until them flowers black
She wanna ride on this
I make her ride with that
Her pistol in the ceilin'
That's her survival pack
And do I love her naw
Man I just love her spirit
Blind deaf or crazy
It's money over bitches
Now everybody that I know
Get that money baby
And we ain't worryin' 'bout
Them hoes get that money baby
You get that cooked or
That blow you the caller baller
If you ain't talkin' 'bout that
Dough homie whatcha talkin'
Now everybody that
I know get that money baby
And we ain't worryin'
'Bout them hoes get
That money baby
You get that cooked or
That blow you the caller baller
If you ain't talkin' 'bout
That dough homie whatcha talkin'
So getcha game up
Take a b***h
Break a b***h
Strap her down with work
And tell her don't trip
Take a trip
Getcha hustle up
The money's what
You make of it
These niggaz want it cooked
And I done closed down the bakery
So stop stuntin' homie
False promotin'
It ain't about whatcha makin'
It's about what ya totin'
Burn him up and
Leave him naked
Bring him back to his wife
The b***h ain't even cry
'Cause he was livin' that life
These niggaz think
I'm slippin' 'cause
I'm fallin' back
b***h I got money
In the walls for that
Youngin' get it from the ground
Homie hold the hood down and
Don't make a sound
If them people swing
Around this b***h
Do ya thang
Whoa hustle try to stay low
This is for my old school G's
Who ain't around this b***h
But shawty they
Ain't f**kin' with pops
Let them niggaz
Chase that p***y
We gon' follow that guap yeah
Now everybody that
I know get that money baby
And we ain't worryin'
'Bout them hoes get that money baby
You get that cooked or
That blow you the caller baller
If you ain't talkin' 'bout
That dough homie whatcha talkin'
Now everybody that I know
Get that money baby
And we ain't worryin' 'bout
Them hoes get that money baby
You get that cooked or that
Blow you the caller baller
If you ain't talkin' 'bout that
Dough homie whatcha talkin'
Fifty stacks in the
Garden in the backyard
Money talkin'
Turn a key into a crack charge
Y'all niggaz ain't eatin'
How we eatin' B
F**k how we used to be
Now we how we need to be
If they ain't with us
They must be against us
We shoot 'em in the head
'Cause they act like they senseless
If you ain't gettin'
Bread n***a keep yo' distance
We sharks over here
n***a keep on fishin' okay
OK money money
Money is my intuition
Money over bitches
Such an easy decision
Young money
Money men monster militia
Hard body
These niggaz boxes of tissue
That Nina will kiss ya
That chopper will twist ya
Them 380 snapshots
Now smile for the pictures
Weezy motherf**kin' baby pay me
My nine to five is overrated
I'm on that grind hoe
Now everybody that
I know get that money baby
And we ain't worryin' 'bout them
Hoes get that money baby
You get that cooked or
That blow you the caller baller
If you ain't talkin' 'bout
That dough homie whatcha talkin'
Now everybody that I know
Get that money baby
And we ain't worryin' 'bout them
Hoes get that money baby
You get that cooked or that
Blow you the caller baller
If you ain't talkin' 'bout that
Dough homie whatcha talkin'
