I know some niggaz that'll merk ya for a quarter birdy   You bitch 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' bitch, I'm on some gangsta shit   She wanna make me dinner, I tell her make me rich   You fuckin' 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   [Incomprehensible] beat 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 bitch, break a bitch   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 bitch ain't even cry 'cause he was livin' that life      These niggaz think I'm slippin' 'cause I'm fallin' back   Bitch 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 bitch      Do ya thang, whoa hustle try to stay low   This is for my old school G's who ain't around this bitch   But shawty they ain't fuckin' with pops   Let them niggaz chase that pussy 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   Fuck 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 nigga keep yo' distance   We sharks over here nigga 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 motherfuckin' 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'?