dope track Comin' off like a bra and it's the witness No click-click a fru [Incomprehensible] business Don't care about no money got props in it Flippin
lit a fork and did the cookup Learned the recipe had the city in trouble Yeah I already had muscle Now I'm sittin' back and I'm watchin' money double
and pop up Yo, seem like y'all niggas ain't never gon' learn Either you hitting or the nigga getting hit 'Cause son, when I click and cock, my shit
triple stage darkness, listen and drift Every muscle in your skin starts to shake and shift You can hate the gift but my phrase is dazed Ya click spray
-8 with double-X-L, pen saggin' blunts draggin' But never lived well, imagine, a felon on a two-way street One way is where blood money coke and homicide
equal Baby, I ain't the one to get played like a pool party Trick money, get nothing bitch, get the fuck Give me something for my money, ma You know
, Thinkin' I'm fake, you can't know me, I come hard with 'tillery four deep, Remember I tear down both sides of the street, Nigga I be, the Ca$h Money
shine Had a big gat, click clack, hit recline Don't ever complain, over no dumb dame See you big money, I'll turn 'em to chump change Let my muscles
'Yeah Yeah this baby muthafucka come walkin' on stage Them tricks spendin' money, so she bound to get paid Some money she blowin', some money she save
-4) [Proof] bomb like Sadan, split america in two The wrap all around your haed like Erika Badu My issues, miss use, human inatomy Tearin your flesh and you muscle
[Chorus] [Verse 3: AMG] When I bump on this trouble What I'm sipppin' on make it a double When I'm wit who, think I'd a hustle More money and muscle
kill a motherfucker over mathematics Haters gonna hate, but they don't count nigga hustle The dope game runs on two thing (what's that?) money and muscle
walk, when you talk that talk Get your scrilla, be a pimp about it when you on your hustle Have heart, have money, have muscle Make sure your L I P's
s so exquisite Let it go now front back watch me drop it like that Show me where that money at Boy come wit them money stacks Break in wit that pussy
didn't have no game But I taught you the game I showed you the hustle I showed you the streets I showed you my muscle We been through the struggle The money
motherfuckers act like they don't know my face Better remember I'm quick to click and hit don't act like you don't know my pace Well fuck rapping, I need some right now money
this baby muthafucka come walkin' on stage Them tricks spendin' money, so she bound to get paid Some money she blowin', some money she save She know
(feat. T-Pain) It's too late to turn back now nigga Getcha money getcha money (two times) Hey I'm bout to act up in a wondertrip on their ass T-pain