G Bout Money
| Title | G Bout Money |
|---|---|
| Artist | A-G-2-a-Ke |
| Album | Mil-Ticket |
| Release Date | 1998-08-28 |
| Description | ? |
| Lyrics | [G-Mone] G bout money, I'm out here on it cause I want it nigga Let what bitch, you fucking with some real niggas Slip you miss, I can't resist to flip figgas Bullshit trigger, I handle it go call a digger Bigger thangs, move motherfuckers nigga Bang cocaine, done blew your fucking brains killa Flicker the quicker, the picker up sale stealer Stick it to dusted addicted ya, it's you they smell killer Huh, hoping that the air gets thicker Rap-A-Lot mafia life, we still realer I know the herbal tree's a healer, dealer cause dealer It's quick as thrill I squeeze, as quick as a nerve sipper Shit I'ma make you niggas feel G, on the realer Hit this choke off this bomb ass smoke, you rolling with a Player, fuck a shoulda coulda woulda small haters I make a nigga say I got skills, later It's winning this, the minute you niggas suggesting it for the benefits But do the opposite of this real shit, and get killed bitch Stack em up definitely, try to guess who's next wanna test a G-B-C I can't even fuck with me, how should we handle these Freeze, if you bout your paper nigga Shit get hit on the hip, and got to dip quicker Spit to the punch, and right in the pitch teller Then gripped it and flicked it, and words fella So please freeze, the I done told em about my cheese sayer Feel a realer nigga, I hear ya [Chorus - 2x] G bout money, rain sleet snow or sunny I got to get it, keep it quick as I could flip it Not funny is you with it, let's get paid stacking this I hit this I'm a G with a E-T with it, money [G-Mone] G bout money trick, it's Mr. Break-Her-Shit upper The slick dick between your chick's hips, and hit fuck her Had to be touchy, for all up in my ear sucker Hate ya from busters, split they wigs up raise the busters Rush a grave, I make you rap the use must'a Hit from upper thang, I hate to I had to touch her Get ya and split ya, and fill ya up with weed chiefer Lit ya hip to the smoke with ya, high as hell breather I'm still-a, the same nigga G You gon' have put the verse in the bed, strapped under the pill-a Bitch just stealer, mouths get knocked the fuck out Swinger, into the face of a murder-a Bring her, make them hoes chose to believe her Since she can't provide, I don't need her Leave her quick as a cheetah to get velveeta see ya, wouldn't wanna be ya Saving one of your millions for Aaliyah, go home Until they gone nigga, help Let the money hit me swell up, I get richer I make you stick ya-self The drama fuck off your health, gangsta Watch me flip this shit in a minute, get paid taker These hoes, be dropping to they knees playa I still get hit on the hip, and got to dip quicker To split ya to put ya, right in the pitch teller And quicker to flip it, then words fella So please freeze, now I done told em about my cheese sayer Feel a realer nigga, I hear ya You might also like[Chorus - 2x] [G-Mone] G bout money, freeze Pay attention to niggas on a mission, to get cheese Stack it, bring it back and freeze They blind C's, about that money nigga Trip, go get me a fifth and get lit with a Split, pull it out my man's weed blower Lyricist into get didn't believe this, I soldier Make niggas be bumping this, while running from the rollers Squab like we use to do on the weekends, roll with my Friends, if you bout your paper nigga Shit get hit on the hip, and got to dip quicker Split ya to put ya, right in the pitch teller Then quicker to flip ya, then words fella So please freeze, I done told em about my cheese sayer Feel a realer nigga, I hear ya [Chorus - 4x] |