Young Buck - Money Don't Fall Out Tha Sky lyrics

[Young Buck talking] Young Buck, Quanie Cash and Gutter Boy n***a We come to tell all you broke n***as to get yo stash on get cash on n***a! Ain't no telling when this motherf**a 'bout to blow And these motherf**ers running around here with nothing in their pocket Not me n***a... this sh** don't grow on trees n***a! [Verse One - Young Buck] Now if I sitted on my a** I wouldn't be sitting on this cash Come outside the club legs is co*ked up on the gra** Smoking pounds of this skunk while you rolling dime bags I just laugh cuz some of these n***as out here love doing bad Ask any motherf**er bout T.I.P Totally Independent Pimping in uh GS3 Keep on jacking off that money you'll never see uh key I know n***as 53 still out here selling d Priest told me from the jump never go and get that cheese D-Tay went and got the pump now where creeping while you sleep Gangbang slang cane whatever just maintain Listen man there's a million n***as doing the same thang Plain Jane sipping syrup while the BG playing I'm all in your lane in this 99 Sudan So when a n***a put them daytons on that's when the hatings on "b**h get some money!" what 'cha you n***as waiting on? [Hook - Young Buck (Gutter Boy)] This sh** they call money don't fall out the sky You got to be a Go-Getter-n***a (ride or die!) Ready to take chances f** d**h for jail Cuz real thugs shed blood and they hard to k** Listen this sh** they call money ain't going to fall out the sky You got to be a Go-Getter-n***a (ride or die!) Ready to take chances f** d**h for jail Cuz real thugs shed blood and they hard to k** [Quanie Cash] If I sit around waiting of these world of payment I'ma get it how I live it or die trying to make it A chance I'll take it if its worth it cuz I'm all about money My name speaks for itself I'ma let them others keep fronting I keep my keys coming cuz I'ma motherf**ing thug And I keep my heat busting ain't no love from my slugs Use to sever underground now as real as on top But if a n***a broke I ain't scared to get back on there on the block Running from cops and jumping out of automobiles Cuz I'm dirty I ain't trying to go back to jail and that's real n***as get they hands out like money be falling out the sky If it is I wonder where it be at when I'm outside I put in work for this sh**; I did dirt for this sh** I hurt for this sh**, what 'cha mean I don't deserve this? I'm fulgent my sh** n***a cuz mines is splurge I'm a bottom boy Go-Getta-n***a f** what 'cha heard [Hook - Young Buck (Gutter Boy)] n***a this sh** they call money ain't going to fall out the sky You got to be a Go-Getta-n***a (ride or die!) Ready to take chances f** d**h for jail Cuz real thugs shed blood and they hard to k** Look this sh** they call money ain't going to fall out the sky You got to be a Go-Getta-n***a (ride or die!) Ready to take chances f** d**h for jail Cuz real thugs shed blood and they hard to k** [Gutter Boy] I can Shogun in a bottom or I can Shogun in Harlem I Shoguns at a problems squeeze triggers and solve them The hoe they love us to d**h and the copper can't stand us Cuz I sell more chickens then motherf**ing Colonel Sanders F.B.I trying to k** us with the ray guns and cameras The only block all they saw was thugs with braids and bandanas If selling dope was boxing I'll be the greatest of all time See the n***as in my click and b**h we all shine We all tote 9's I was born to be the king This n***a was moving birds so I had to clip his wings Now I'm driving top drops sporting flints and rings and things At the club they say my name hoes where sure the skirts came Ain't no shame in my game I was born to ball Yo trying to play me Glock pop guns born to ball Born to brawl when ya n***as was born to stall What you make in a week is what I spend at the mall [Hook - Young Buck (Gutter Boy)] n***a this sh** they call money ain't going to fall out the sky You got to be a Go-Getta-n***a (ride or die!) Ready to take chances f** d**h for jail Cuz real thugs shed blood and they hard to k** Boy this sh** they call money sure don't fall out the sky You got to be a Go-Getta-n***a (ride or die!) Ready to take chances f** d**h for jail Cuz real thugs shed blood and they hard to k**