[Young Buck (Troy Ave):]
These n***as must not be cookin' no coke
(They ain't cookin' they just frontin' you heard!)
These b**hes must be used to bein' broke
(Hand on the bible I'm a man of my word)
Well! I got yayo for sale I got kush for smoke
I ain't sell no sh**, I'm a push the dope
Money, hoes and clothes I'm talkin' 'bout the good life
So now you know what drug money look like
[Young Buck:]
Miracle whip it, spreadin' the coke over the bread
Keep the Dr. Dre knife with me to poke you in the head
I let my white girl sniff it made her open up her legs
My n***a Rudolph snorts it until his nose turned red
A damn shame, I'm the reason you can't find your vein
If your daddy stealin' out your mama's purse I'm to blame
Tryin get that i8 but I gotta find the name
I ain't got no credit I just got c**aine
I mean these n***as was like he's payin' car notes
Your wrist don't twist that's the reason you are broke
You playin' with the powder you n***as is all jokes
Comer on dog your never gonna meet Carlos
I'm plugged for real I'm tryin to feed ya'll coast
I don't believe your pictures n***a or read y'all post
Your body language tellin' me you're broke
And plus Obama bout to go, I got my mama weighin' up the dope
[Young Buck (Troy Ave):]
These n***as must not be cookin' no coke
(They ain't cookin' they just frontin' you heard!)
These b**hes must be used to bein' broke
(Hand on the bible I'm a man of my word)
Well! I got yayo for sale I got kush for smoke
I ain't sell no sh**, I'm a push the dope
Money, hoes and clothes I'm talkin' 'bout the good life
So now you know what drug money look like
[Troy Ave:]
Alright alright, n***as know what drug money look like
All my j**els shine n***a I don't need good light (BLING!)
All my b**hes bad but my foreign a good type (Alright)
S-Cla** bands but my Porsche had the hood like
That n***a rich (Rich) that n***a gets (Gets)
Money motherf**er he started with sellin' bricks (Powder)
We'll add a little extra, compress it to get the chips
But he stay wise, still lays on his Vicks
The boy hide his grits, the boy pot ain't grits
Might use a microwave if I'm tryin' to do it quick
I counter-clock the yay and the fork, that's water whipped
And sit in on the papes then dry it, I lose a pinch
But what the f** is the point when you're dealin' with joints boy
Whole birds, covert wit' it so no Troy
Chillin' in the jail, rappin' to my Brazil
I ain't chillin'to chilly chill so you won't tell
POWDER!
[Young Buck (Troy Ave):]
These n***as must not be cookin' no coke
(They ain't cookin' they just frontin' you heard!)
These b**hes must be used to bein' broke
(Hand on the bible I'm a man of my word)
Well! I got yayo for sale I got kush for smoke
I ain't sell no sh**, I'm a push the dope
Money, hoes and clothes I'm talkin' 'bout the good life
So now you know what drug money look like
[50 Cent:]
When I say I'm back for spot, I'm in the number one slot b**h
Lights and the cubans that'll f** up your optics
I'm raw like sushi eat the p**y you chopstick (Yeah)
n***as go wood honey I'm home in the hood (WOOOOOHOOOOO!!!)
There's no need to test this pure cop it go get it gone
F&N in the palm, extendo in the jaw
You say you 'bout that bullsh** well come and get what you want
You n***as lookin' malnutritioned
100 knots in the yacht skate 'cross the Pacific
'Sposed to be out the loop, funny how I don't miss sh**
It's all addin' up, these n***as here on some s**er sh**
The type n***as when money come I ain't f**in' with
Now let's play, let's make a deal
I'll show up with the money and tell you who to k**
Now you say you get busy for real
Put n***as in the church, I pay you with the work
[Young Buck (Troy Ave):]
These n***as must not be cookin' no coke
(They ain't cookin' they just frontin' you heard!)
These b**hes must be used to bein' broke
(Hand on the bible I'm a man of my word)
Well! I got yayo for sale I got kush for smoke
I ain't sell no sh**, I'm a push the dope
Money, hoes and clothes I'm talkin' 'bout the good life
So now you know what drug money look like