Okay, I'm all about my money bitch Hell rell, I'm all about my money
Yo, blow money in large amounts Niggaz hate when these cars is out Lamborghini this, porsche that Can he afford that, yeah he bought that Naw nigga, when I got my deal I ain't act like I was all that Put up start-up money so my niggaz can eat Supply the hustlers with more crack Sent niggaz outta town with pounds of the piff Told 'em get rich Stack that change nigga, cent by cent Then learn that your license plate done homeboy switched your whip It's true holmes Them boys may be tapping your boost phone, get a new phone P-89 ruger, two-tone This my house nigga not a group-on If a nigga run up I'm bussin' the glock Other than that, then I'm huggin' the block I'm feelin' like killa cam and little weezy bitch What's good you gon' suck it or not If not then get the fuck out the drop Look how the diamonds is huggin' the watch I'm nice with the flow man But I'm getting paid from the blow man Shit, I'm stuck in the spot
Better have my money bitch You better have my money bitch Better have my money bitch You better have my money bitch Better have my money bitch You know why
Uh, I'm bad, bad to the bone Back to the lab, back in the zone Back of the 'lac with' a bag full of stones Caps in the chrome, come scrap with stallone That's that rambo ammo famo Better leave the scraper alone or it's back to this home Try to take the hat off his dome I don't know why they touch j.r. Like the vet ain't hard or I'd f they broad Like I don't come through in the skr With the sk pa and the ese squad That'll bag you, drag you up a couple blocks to the spot where the eses are
Since he wanna front like he next in charge He'll be in the trunk of a next man's car Pa, I'm sick as they come Chips from a crumb, live by the gun Dip when it blown, go for the deck Throw up the set, bitch where you from I'm a harlem nigga, problems nigga, it'll be 50 to 1 But I rather do your bitch and have her lookin' at me like she got a damn clip on her tongue
Ruger, okay, I'm all about my money Where my money (hell rell) I'm all about my money Where my money bitch Yeah, I'm all about my money Where my money
Sell some pussy, suck some dick Walk the track, hug the strip I don't give a fuck if he slapped yo' momma Damn right bitch, I want every last dollar Daddy need 22's for his new porsche Daddy need flat screens for his new loft You got the job, you hired Be at the office at 9, I'm your new boss New gun in town, get used to me You're washed up old man, I'm what you used to be One bitch for the night but it's usually 2 or 3 that's screwing me Plus a shot for the bronx, 2 for weeks That's my hood nigga, that's my block Ruger rell nigga, that's what's hot Look at me wrong, I'm a clap my glock Yeah bitch, you know the damn name Now get your little ass in this damn range You want some champagne I ain't goin' nowhere but got a flight book just incase my plans change Dipset nigga, that's the damn gang Eastside, soo-woo campaign Look at this nigga Baby-mother car, big brother ring and his man's chain
Ruger, okay, I'm all about my money Where my money (hell rell) I'm all about my money Where my money bitch Yeah, I'm all about my money Where my money