You never see nothing like this
A n***a sleeping with your missis n***a
Call me young mellow
Cause the storm is my sh**
And I'm handling a rock chev
Cooking with the pot boy
It's all about the motherf**ing money
It's all about the motherf**ing money
It's all about the motherf**ing money
It's all about the motherf**ing money
She on a period like in a sentence
She top me off and gets back to the rich
Oh yeah she's ridin'
She needs the digits
Where the money?
Where, where the money?
I like n***a with money
I like Jews
Short views
I ain't really scared of them
I ain't really with the f**ing boy
Everything I do is for survival
Being broke is my only real rival
Cindy back packin' then we back trackin'
Hella wavy, 80's baby yeah we back crackin'
Just whe n you thought we were gone
We'd be right back
Keep my boot between her lags cause she likes that
They live from the heart
I ain't like that
n***a mad to the money
Where my wife's at?
You never see nothing like this
A n***a sleeping with your missis n***a
Call me young mellow
Cause the storm is my sh**
And I'm handling a rock chev
Cooking with the pot boy
It's all about the motherf**ing money
It's all about the motherf**ing money
It's all about the motherf**ing money
It's all about the motherf**ing money
I be in the hood trying to ring her
So the baby in my boots cause I'm sh**ting
'94 and we're more in the kitchen
Cooking birds n***a said is for giving
Underscore n***a I know it from the wooping
Underscore n***a I know it from the wooping
One reply to you n***a
Sneak distance
s** a dick
When you see me you know I'm dripping
You never see nothing like this
A n***a sleeping with your missis n***a
Call me young mellow
Cause the storm is my sh**
And I'm handling a rock chev
Cooking with the pot boy
It's all about the motherf**ing money
It's all about the motherf**ing money
It's all about the motherf**ing money
It's all about the motherf**ing money
No limit to my money
I should get a tank
They walk me to the back
And she really wants me back
Face running n every song
Give me fate
That's a hit
Let it hit
He got 6 feet
I got 6 figures
Nonetheless you see the shots coming on the hippers
Like the trip
Like the giver
I'm a big chipper
Thousand dollars at my wrist for the b**h n***a
You never see nothing like this
A n***a sleeping with your missis n***a
Call me young mellow
Cause the storm is my sh**
And I'm handling a rock chev
Cooking with the pot boy