Joell Ortiz - Bout My Money lyrics

[Intro] [Joell Ortiz talking]: Awww man. Y'all already know what this is. It's that recession music right here. n***as doin' what they gotta do to get that money [Verse One]: I'm in here six in the mornin' finna lift a box They want them stacked up neatly but I just pick a spot I don't know how much patience they think a n***a got This job make me sick, I'm gettin' that itch like chicken pox I wanna quit and I would if I didn't need the check I'm just quiet, doin' my job tryin' to be the best I mind my business, bother no one, never be a pest It's like my boss don't never be comin' at me correct But I'm a man, I swallow that and tell him, "holla back Yeah you right, I'm always wrong." Just let my dollars stack I almost got enough money to leave my momma's shack I already got my eyes on this hooptie that I'mma mack But awe man, there's this pain that's inside back I be standin' there, outta nowhere I feel like I'll collapse I really think that I'mma quit today But I'm a fighter, if I get fired I'll still get paid I'm bout my money [Hook]: I don't know what y'all heard 'bout me But when I'm sweatin' don't wanna hear the boss man scream or I'm jettin' ? I got mouths to feed Bills in the mailbox I ain't about to leave I'm 'bout my money Cause still don't nothin' move but that I'm 'bout my money Cause I know what to do with that I'm 'bout my money See y'all dudes ain't used to that I'm 'bout my money Let me show you what I do for that [Verse Two]: I'm out here lookin' for somethin' on my f**in' bike Funny this ten speed somethin' I caught the other night Who left the window open? Is that a laptop? These hustler n***as be havin' the weakest stash box Know I keep a spark plug ridin' by the park thugs A ski mask on stand by for the dark mugs Who got a dice game poppin' with a couple stacks Nobody move, if I hit you, you not comin' back Sometimes I get greesey, for real I might snatch your jack And get it off for the haze man for a bag of that Don't let me see your old lady with the cataracts Give up the purse granny or you'll become an acrobat You'll be tumblin' and rollin' for them crumbs you holdin' And you too old to walk up in Bingo with somethin' swollen Y'all can say I'm a petty crook but hey I do this right, might catch me a little jook today [Hook]: I don't know what y'all heard 'bout me But when I'm robbin' Can't earn a dime round me Man I'm starvin' Who dares wear they j**els by me? Count they money at the bar, they a fool like me I'm 'bout my money Cause still don't nothin' move but that I'm 'bout my money Cause I know what to do with that I'm 'bout my money See y'all dudes ain't used to that I'm 'bout my money Let me show you what I do for that [Verse Three]: I'm one of them dudes out there before the store opens Crust in my eye, a fresh bundle of raw hopin' A nice rush will be plus for my next flip It's easy to get in but so hard to exit So my fate I accept it, man I'm a block boy I'm into chips, new whips and a few hot toys Things that make a lot noise when drama around f**in' the girls I couldn't cause they hollerin' now They know I'm 'bout my money Man, my cash never salt and spoil Man, I think it's my grandmother's fault I want the finer things so I'm on a grind mission Nah, you can't pump that over here, that's mine, pimpin' And I'm willin' to spaz, drug dealin' is bad So it ain't all good till I finish this bag I got a whole lot of bills to pay I do this right, I'll be layin' up with crills today I'm 'bout my money [Hook]: I don't know what ya heard 'bout me But when I'm pumpin' Can't move an herb 'round me Yo we thumpin' Who got the same stamp as me? Let me find out in the air where your hands will be I'm 'bout my money Cause still don't nothin' move but that I'm 'bout my money Cause I know what to do with that I'm 'bout my money See y'all dudes ain't used to that I'm 'bout my money Let me show you what I do for that