Dope man money with a dope man bitch Big ballin' baby my whole clique rich Big ballin' baby I know we the shit [Young Buck:] Put your money in the air
these hos ain't shit [Chorus: Young Buck] If it don't make dollars then it don't make sense Dope man money with a dope man bitch Big ballin' baby my
Hit some skins, act bugged, that was a rap career Then Run-D.M.C. jumped the fuck off Got mad paid, word, kicked the bucks off There wasn't many rappers
get money, money I got (I'm bringing the heat man) I, I get money, money I got (I'm on my grind) Money, money I got, money, money I got (Like all the time) I, I get money, money
stay crunk Front street, woah, front street, woah Front street, woah, front street, woah Front street, woah, front street, woah Woah, woah, woah, woah Big trucks, big bucks, stunt man
young bucks trying to jack It's a stick up, put your hands up before you get bucked Got you for your watch, your link, and your green stuff Everybody wants to be the man
'm gettin' writer's block (Psyche) Man, get the bozak We need to start bringin' that shit back (Mad flavor) Man, fuck it, I'm 'bout to go catch some wreck (We in effect, money
I'm gettin' writer's block Psyche! Man, get the bozac We need to start bringin' that shit back (Mad flava) Man, f-ck it, I'm 'bout to catch some wreck (We in effect, money
dope at then I promise we go Stop crying, stop praying where the yeh at ho' Don't you dare scream Jesus I can snuff your mouth Money, dope, you let
for all them real gangsta-ass nigga Yeah for all them real, gangsta-ass bitches yaknowhamsayin'? My brothers gettin' money out here yaknowhamsayin'? Real underground lovin' muh'fuckers, get the club buck
and every agency in the industry been tryin to book me Mackin-ass 40, what that do? Sometimes me, always you Man you a real-ass nigga, man you a boss
this shit go out the window right now man I'm all too familiar with this shit My nigga I'm straight ya dig? Please believe that shit man hey You can
of dro, little bit of heroine A little bit of ecstacy That's why your bitch want to be next to me We sell a little bit a everything [Young Buck] I put
leave the chamber I can see you run Nigga I flip my advance before I ran through it 'cause that money turn haters into that barmen fluid My dope be
with my partna screw fixin to give it to this boy goin flip his tounge man go on, go on, go strong (Big Moe) heeeeeaaaaa yeaaaaaaaah Im gonna bring young
shows, then hide behind they man, they homie I understand I'm a target, I'm on top But understand if you start it, I'm gon' pop I'm not and artist, buck
