Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Money By The Ton , by - C-Bo. Release date: 31.12.1999
Song language: English
Money By The Ton |
| If you’ve got a ton of big face hundred dollar bills |
| How much money would you have? |
| And every hundred dollar bill weigh a gram |
| And there’s 28 grams in an ounce and there’s 16 ounces in a pound |
| How many pounds is it in a ton? |
| Got to be about your uhh, uhh, uhh… |
| Verse One: C-Bo |
| I slide thru, the 5-double 0 drop S-C |
| '97 Sport and shorts and matchin jew-els |
| Worth about a quarter, mil-ticket is how we dress |
| True ballers fakin meal tickets up in the West |
| I know you wanna touch us cos at the clubs you ladies rush us |
| Cos we’re all about our cash, luxury livin and hoes love it |
| Havin money by the ton, Rolex and Bossalini |
| A nuchi give Versace cologne, now wanna see me |
| At my best or worst? |
| I gets paper when I burst |
| Repeatedly, heated, dumpin low-low's, you know I’ll burst |
| To get my cash on, I spin the A-1 dolla |
| For money by the ton, come get it with no soda |
| Chorus: Mississippi |
| Money by the ton, that’s the way it comes |
| We all, get paid |
| Ooohhhh ooohhhh, we make |
| Money by the ton, that’s the way it comes |
| We all, get paid |
| Oooohhhhh |
| Verse Two: C-Bo |
| I’m all about the paper, nothin can come between that |
| But Lexus, fully diamondback, ??? |
| and bald caps |
| Holler «Thug», that’s what we be, who you see? |
| Steepin out of ragboys, cornises and Bentleys |
| Six million dollar homes, we stays to the flow |
| Now how much cash can you stack in a twenty thousand pound boat? |
| It’s money by the tons, fo' sho' homey and all hunds |
| And if ya get past the gate, cameras and pitbulls, you can have some |
| Flossin, no one flosses like bosses do |
| But caution, when they float cos the wrong step, bodyguards swoop |
| To protect those, diamond Rolexos |
| Sippin that XO on chromed-up leaky’s and Lexo’s |
| I put it down, pound for pound, surrounded by the millions |
| Fancy cars, movie stars tryin to make a billion |
| Come show them my cash bundle, you are a pocket |
| Addicted to money, they can’t stop it, it’s daily comin by the ton |
| Verse Three: C-Bo |
| Now how you picture mad loot, stretch Rolls and rag Coupes? |
| Big faces laced, I want all my dollars brand new |
| I stand true to the game, on loot to the money train |
| Rolex’s and diamond rings, big bodies with the blowed brains |
| I bring the pain to get the cash like Jesse James |
| Til the wild wild West is drained by Major Pain |
| Who got the loot? |
| Big bodied Coupes and S-Classes |
| And when we swoop, kickin the loot or catchin casket |
| Load up the rigs, with crazy big-faced hunds |
| Headed for the drug, still weighin it by the ton |
| Cos money makes the world go round, stackin off-shore accounts |
| Waitin on the ??? |
| So be a baller, got to keep it on the slunder |
| Milli’ns by the hundred, transactions thru account numbers |
| More money than you ever seen in big faced hunds |
| Comin in a hundred and twenty million every ton |