Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song All About Money, artist - Young Buck. Album song TIP, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 07.11.2005
Record label: John Galt Entertainment
Song language: English
All About Money |
| You can catch me green stick it up |
| Dick it up |
| Cut a nigga shit over 50 bucks |
| Need work on the low nigga hit me up |
| Never quick enough after pickin up |
| Feds on a nigga block ridiculous |
| Cuz the game done brought all our shit to us |
| I done bit the dust-countinus |
| Now I ride double? |
| to the ind you bust |
| Oh no wrong move if my ind you touch |
| 17 but its real when you playin with much |
| One in the chamber on the table when you chillin for lunch |
| And head up with your door open feelin your blunt |
| Where im from 20 gone by the end of the month |
| I get drunk smoke the weed to the end of the blunt |
| Make sure 10 shells done been in the pump |
| If its on-first draw thats a nigga wit luck |
| All niggas playin games start endin 'em up |
| Cause your block young buck will start bendin 'em up |
| As soon as your adrenaline pump |
| Make way dear lord cause im sendin 'em up |
| Its all about money |
| Gettin major paid |
| Stack your cheese in all different ways |
| Tote your strap and keep your khakis creased |
| Yeah nigga, you a thug like me? |
| They call me D-tays up |
| Get 'em up put the aks on |
| Let 'em know we don’t play sir |
| Anybody in the way gets sprayed brah |
| Anybody in the way gets sprayed brah |
| Wanna play rough? |
| Y’all cats wanna play tough |
| Tay wanna spray stuff, erase stuff |
| Niggas wanna start shit with they gun then run |
| Tay don’t wanna chase ya |
| Bullets wait ta, replace ya |
| Hit 'em with the shells of the 45 |
| Make 'em all duck, with the four-five buck |
| Put 'em all up |
| Got 2 so we got you but we don’t give a fuck |
| Seals comin gunnin out the cut |
| Spittin at you cats |
| Spittin 50 rounds like im spittin on a track |
| Y’all niggas know that you can’t hold that |
| Ima spit the gat 'til the gat click-clat |
| Then chit chat |
| Niggas gun learn that you beef with this here this heat gone burn |
| Ima show ya cats how to bus y’all guns |
| Hit a nigga up and leave his ass left numb |
| Dont play with me |
| You know I spray the heat |
| The A.K. |
| gun niggas down fatefully |
| You think expectfully, just wait and see |
| Young buck and D-tay nigga ready to g |
| If it pays to be, the boss in the cause |
| My gun so big gotta limp when I walk |
| Dont talk the talk cause T.I.P. |
| we comin |
| First go about money |
| Its all bout thuggin |
| Gettin paid and shit |
| You either slang the dope or hit major licks |
| Thats why all my niggas be sevin bricks |
| Y’all gunna see what we workin with |
| Not me baby doll |
| I ain’t hurtin for shit |
| G.S. 400 with a leather kit |
| Oh you don’t wanna holla? |
| Well whatever bitch |
| Dont say shit when the bezzle flip |
| See a nigga tote straps for the hell of it |
| I ain’t givin a fuck about jealous shit |
| And I don’t smoke weed for the smell of it |
| Just before I kill, I inhale the shit |
| You can’t trail me bitch I be in 50 states |
| Paranoid, with about 50 cakes |
| Once a nigga find out its all heart no shake |
| Thats when I infest the place |
| Im thugged out |
| Up in the drug house |
| Got it all-from the beer to a quarter ounce |
| We da real ass niggas, all work no slouch |
| Can I get that there? |
| all that count |
| All they amount |
| But when it go down and a nigga make all ya say all that out |
| What you gunna do nigga what you about |
| Either ride or die, when im raised in the south |
| Love the block, when a nigga wake up, I wash my face and then hug my Glock |
| Brush my teeth and scream south side, smoke a blunt and put on my socks |
| But it still don’t stop, from dusk to dawn |
| A nigga been out here on his own-livin day to day |
| See im only 17 but a nigga out here just gains farm |