[Intro - Man, nigga (?) is tore up, Shh, hop in the car, yo-yo-yo turn that down Yeah-yeah, Let's jack these niggaz for what they got, these niggaz got some big paper on them Dope and all that shit Get the gauge nigga, c'mon, go, we out!
It's another bad day in the My clientele's small, my profits ain't nuttin good Hit a couple licks (hit 'em up!) in a matter of seconds we Now it's all kimo bricks, and fresh toxics to get is in the mix It hard to tell my clientele by makin mayor but fuck the cops and these feds tryin to take rack to jail Hop the gate (hit 'em up!) to get away, this pack ain't catch us and a G, ahh, our plates is from Texas Got the bombers, fuck the moto that niggaz never Got the weed that you take a tote you gonna choke Out of town, we put it in a major way Never knew or had a clue we could make some major pay up by Rucker's gettin and never know who gon' get shady doin business So we never slept in box and hot, snitches and fiends, and cops, niggaz shit hot, so we relocate the spot We got some doin dirty work, outta down (?) the work Come back wit our bread, break a nigga or hands (BIATCH!) That's the way I love it, you I love that shit The way I fucks a and clock the green
[sung] Because all about the money man [Daz] You can't get nuttin it It's all about the money, money, money, money [Daz] That's the ballers got [sung] Said it's all about the man [Daz] Yeah, yeah, [sung] it's all about the money, money, money, money [Daz] Cash [sung] Said all about the money man You can't get nuttin without it [sung] it's all about the money, money, money, money Get it, get it, get it [sung] it's all about the money man Aww [sung] it's all about the money, money, money, money Run it, run it, run it
Fresh broads and hundred thousand dollars homes and mobile phones (yeah!) play the coke weed by the zones (the pound) Got a down ass bitch to help me get shit When get rough at times you know you can't trust no bitch Keep my eye for high, and a motherfucker tune it out Zulu's out, livin life homey, that's it's all about niggaz, dustin niggaz, fo' all out, respect Sprayin niggaz wit the tec, aww shit Maintainin me mad, still I do my thang Fly my niggaz in style, from the gang Three-fifty-seven's, forty-fives, get the live Get the dumpin the that runnin for they lives (FUCKER!) Me and my potnahs in the town, dick deep Through twenty pieces, quarter pound to the kings need is what we got from the break you diss me to your favorite We be settin up shottin what's mine, tec wit a To let you know, motherfucker that it stop bills for a quarter mill', this life we live is way to real From hustin rock to fuckin bitches top knotch (biatch!) This fast life Shaq crazy, at actin outta control To let you know-know the fuck we rollin, ganja, ganja rolls through the streets to let you motherfuckers know (know) ..
[sung] .. that it's all the money man Can't do nuttin without it [sung] It's all the money, money, money, money [Daz] (??) [sung] Said it's all about the man [Daz] Can't be [sung] it's all about the money, money, money, money [Daz] Yeah, yeah, [sung] Said it's all about the man [Daz] Money, money, cash Said it's all about the money, money, money, money [Daz] Cash [sung] it's all about the money man Can't be cheap [sung] Said all about the money, money, money, money [Daz] Money,
[Outro - Yeah, keep your motherfuckin up and watch yo' back Cause everywhere you go some nigga out there to, jack on yo' ass Y'knahI'msayin? Ain't nuttin about these streets, y'knahmsayin? Every G out there for they selves, that's how it goes down, So y'all check game, peep game so understand It's all about that money mayn, that y'knahmsayin? Fuck sucker ass niggaz out there my nigga!