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I m Bout Money lyrics
[Hook:] (x4)
I m Bout Money, Bitch I m Bout Money
I m Bout Money, Bitch I m Bout Money
Bitch I m, Bitch I m Bout Money
I m On A Chase For That Paper
[Verse 1:]
I m bout money it s M.O.B
Benz, Grants, that s all I see
Brown paper bag, pass that to me
Grab that duffel bag out the backseat
Die for the cheddar I carry that llama
Stack it in the winter so I shine for the summer
Yeah, what you really know bout that?
I come like (?) bring a little back
You wanna build a stack?
Nigga what s that?
At least stack 10 so I can get a good pack
I get gwop, understand that
I m way in the front, y all way in the back
Gimme my keys you not valet
My Mazaratti, your Chevrolet
Haters can t stop me I m on my shit
I love gwop baby that s my bitch
And
I always give back to the hood nigga
When I roll through they say Baby D s a good nigga
Feelin good nigga
Lookin good nigga
Put your knot in the air if you re a money go-getta
Raw-I m (?) on hatas
Black (?) black chain I m (?)
Fall?
Hell naw not me playa
Call
Me if you bout that paper
[HOOK]
[Verse 2:]
If you bout money
We bout money
Throw it in the air
Make it rain 100s
I get gwop
Monday thru Sunday
Never sleep on me
Never seen me comin
Check my resume ya boy top notch
Take it from the rainbow straight to the pot
Think I m broke?
Nope I m not
Pants on my ankles, that s that gwop
Then Oomp sat down with Koch
Made them a promise we ll never ever flop
Came from the bottom straight to the top
Nigga
Ain t been the same since Pac
Look around this muthaf**ka a lotta niggas shocked
While he out he take my spot
DOWN
A lotta niggas left but I stayed down
Make you bow down nigga gimme that crown
Never met a nigga like me
A-Town fresh guchi from my head to my feet
10 toes, stuntin on my bunyan (?)
I wonder how long you can keep them on-ya
Funny
I see a nigga laughin but ain t shit funny
Straight to the bank I m countin my money
A-Town s secret weapon yup I m comin
Big Oomp Records gotta keep that bumpin
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