money, got money in ma pocket got got got money in ma pocket got money, got money in ma pocket got got got money in ma pocket got money, got money in
ching Do the math baby, do the math, Ch-ching Do the math baby (The curse, the curse) Do the math baby (The curse, the curse) It's the curse of money
. Gotta' get some money Gotta' get some money I need a lil' bit a money Oh, yeah, I need a lil' bit a money Fred, I need a one million Two million,
the older niggas they told us You gotta get down fo' yo hustle Got glocks to show you this muscle Get the money, little nigga, don't struggle That's
seasons in leathers We live for coolie high treasures and Check the queen bee Lady Ree diggin' grace Check the place 3 o'clock shat no we ain't Fred
, 13's and the kings They greens in the pen Steady duckin the police, ain't a friend Til they take me to hang and they fill me with lead Like Fred Hampton
you from the Show-Me, no talk fo sho respect it And ya red hot butt and now ya say ya hearin' not It's the rap Fred Flintstone, I makin' the Bed Rock
that's where it all begun We do it for the money, we don't rap for fun Five dolla's fo' a tape, Too Short and Freddy B Money in my pocket's all I ever
my scratch, what the fuck I'm a stay fo'? I gotta make moves bitch, stack some G's From the whole stroll to my fax machine I got money comin' in from
's strong Fred Benz, Freddy B Oaktown, a bitch don't sleep A motherfuckin' mack, that's what I am Taxin' a bitch like Uncle Sam She pays the tax, Fred
it ain't nothing new What happened to your funk, did you lose it? Or did you get juked by dangerous music? We stole all your money, and all your songs
feelin' like I would do whatever it takes To have a car and a woman in a couple of states 'Cause I'm a professional, and you couldn't knock it Because I had to keep some money
with ease Then hit up the Super Target, exchange 'em for store credit That's sixty dollars worth of grub, some squares and a case of Bud Yo, yo you ever invested your money
Nate Dizzle, Fred Rizzle Put the pieces to the pizzle All the ladies who like sex like I do Come up to my room, I'm gon' give it to you All my homies
and Fred nigga Kurupt Young Gotti, baby face Capone We on Niastra, nigga on the microphone Never, never have I ever gave a fuck That Nigga Daz Dillinger, Fred
What's crackin'?) Look it's on wit deez niggas (what?) Hey CJ nigga I just found this nigga Fred fucked up (slow down, nigga) on the porch (Fred?) Hey
RUN THAT BY ME ONE MORE TIME WITH WILLIE NELSON WRITERS FRED FOSTER, ARTHUR HANCOCK, JIMMY LAMBERT Run that by me one more time To make sure that I
counting stacks than stuck in the county, washing the dishes Or washing drawers in the pen ? I had to go pay the correct correctional officer to walk him in Bail money
