Bout My Money - Trick Daddy
[Trick Daddy]
Let's see, what to do today?
F_ck that I'm goin to get my money
This one in a.. Thuggin memory
That thug n_gga
Hollywood n_gga
I did this one in that n_gga name
Hollywood n_gga, yall remember that mutha f_ckin name
This bout that mutha f_ckin money
N_GGA!!!!!!
To kill for c_caine and get a n_gga killed
And a banana peel will get his whole hide flipped
He's bringin danger to the life of his home boy's
You can see the moon, but don't let him go alone boy
Bout my money, we goin to bump heads and it wont be long
That's why I got two choppers, one for the car, and one for the home
Got extra grip for when they hold on
Nextel, instead of these dial tones
and quarter game for these old tapped ass cell phones
And new back bone for my new dread homes
You aint been outta jail long, but n_gga you dead wrong
Bout my money, n_gga you shouldn't a played wit it
You're goin to remember the day when this A.K hit ya.
Chorus:
Bout my money
That sh_t there aint nothin funny
Don't start duckin and runnin when it go to gunnin bout my money
And sonny, don't be stuntin and lookin funny
When I ask about my mutha f_ckin money
That sh_t there aint nothin funny
Don't start duckin and runnin when it go to gunnin bout my money
And sonny, don't be stuntin and lookin funny
Have my mutha f_ckin money
[Trick Daddy]
I read in the Book of Thugs, Chapter A.K Verse 47
And it tells me all thugs n_ggas go to heaven
But between the lines of verses 48 and 9
Is what ya thug n_gga's, drug dealin and doin time
But verse 100, talks bout my money
Say's its full of blood so all memphis is funny
But n_gga I don't want to hold your gold
I just want to free your soul
And be found somewhere in public when all this sh_t unfolds
I done gave ya two bricks, and you aint gave me back sh_t
You runnin around in your new bubble lights
When verse sit lookin sick
I aint here to hold ur sing, I just want my cream
and you can keep your little watch and ring that go bling bling
Chorus
[Trick Daddy]
Now all this huffin and puffin
aint goin to get you young f_ck n_gga's nothin
But a sh_t bag and bullet holes through your bloody clothes
Out of all the n_gga's you mutha f_ckin know
I should have been the last n_gga you want to muthaf_ckin know
I'll meet ya at your front door, and im bringin my calico
N_gga if u aint got my flow ur ass gotta go
We'll get you mammy and all and layin em down on the front room floor
Bout to do em all cuz I done have problems bout all this sh_t unfolden
Bout my money, I came at it, and your son ain't have it
Now this n_gga I owe is goin to be the next n_gga to go
I only got 20 G's, and I owe 'em 84
It ain't my muthaf_ckin fault, I'm short bout 64
This n_gga aint goin to f_ck me no more
(Trick talking)
Chorus
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