I′m talking cash
I'm talking money
I get it fastWon′t take it from me
I'm on the block
I'm selling rocks
I hate cops
I tote glocks
I keep it real nigga
I′m a money getter
Believe that
I got that dom perignon by the six pack
I got bout two or 3 stacks in the strip club
All these mother fuckin bitches know I′m selling drugs
Yeah p t cruiser hoe
Say you want war let's go
Let′s go
Let them pussy niggaz know
No playing bout my cash flow
Six 4 drop top
Ben's off the car lot
Sitting on 22s
Hoes on my every move
Just left Pittsburgh
Bought me a mossberg
Yeah I got that sawed off
Blow your fuck ass off
Me and Bobby J
P t you know what′s up
It's money nigga money nigga
Money stack it up
My life′s real
Quarter meal
Big city work like Jacksonville
No Jaguars just hood stars
Splash that water on a glass jar
There go the car
With them big feet
Nine piece
Without the crime sheet
A dime piece
That like to grind teeth
Cause she popped a pill
Now that's a mind freak
Poof my roof gone
Call it chris angel
I should have a gold medal
Kurt angle
My plug espanol
Twisted not the one to tangle
Post up like a banner
You'll think it′s star spangled
Where I′m from
They test some
With 40 cals and banana drums
Play dumb I ain't seen shit
Smoke loud
One vick
Q b p t
Big dogs pedigree
Fuck that shit yall telling me
Hunter hurst hemsley
Back up on my shit to legit
Seen a couple bricks
And some net flicks
Groupie chicks
Wanna see the dick
Play with it lay with it
Have a good day with it
Call me sleazy J
Baby I be on some reckless shit
