I'm About My Money Bitch

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