Bout My Money
Trick Daddy
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[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 nigga Hollywood nigga I did this one in that nigga name Hollywood nigga, y'all remember that motherfucking name This bout that motherfucking money Nigga! To kill for cocaine and get a nigga 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 won't 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 ain't been outta jail long, but nigga you dead wrong Bout my money, nigga 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 shit there ain't 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 motherfucking money That shit there ain't 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 motherfucking money [Trick Daddy] I read in the Book of Thugs, Chapter A.K Verse 47 And it tells me all thugs niggas go to heaven But between the lines of verses 48 and 9 Is what ya thug nigga'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 nigga I don't want to hold your gold I just want to free your soul And be found somewhere in public when all this shit unfolds I done gave ya two bricks, and you ain't gave me back shit You runnin' around in your new bubble lights When verse sit lookin' sick I ain't here to hold you're 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 Ain't goin' to get you young f*ck nigga's nothin' But a shit bag and bullet holes through your bloody clothes Out of all the nigga's you motherfucking know I should have been the last nigga you want to motherfucking know I'll meet ya at your front door, and I'm bringin' my calico Nigga if you ain't got my flow you're ass gotta go We'll get you mammy and all and layin' em down on the front room floor Bout to do em all 'cause I done have problems bout all this shit unfolden Bout my money, I came at it, and your son ain't have it Now this nigga I owe is goin' to be the next nigga to go I only got 20 G's, and I owe 'em 84 It ain't my motherfucking fault, I'm short bout 64 This nigga ain't goin' to f*ck me no more [Trick Daddy Talking] [Chorus]
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Written by: MAURICE YOUNG, ADAM DUGGINS
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