[Intro - Man, nigga (?) is tore up, Shh, hop in the car, turn that music down Yeah yeah, Let's jack niggaz for what they got, y'knahmsayin? Heard these niggaz got some big on them sacks and all that shit Get the nigga, c'mon, let's go, we out!
It's bad day in the hood My clientele's small, my profits ain't nuttin good Hit a licks (hit 'em up!) in a matter of seconds we rich Now all about kimo bricks, and fresh toxics to get is in the mix It hard to tell my clientele by makin mayor but fuck the and these feds tryin to take this rack to jail Hop the gate (hit 'em up!) to get away, this pack ain't gon' us and a undercover G, ahh, our is from Texas Got the bombers, the moto that niggaz never smoke Got the weed that you take a tote you gonna choke Out of town, we put it down in a way Never knew or had a that we could make some major pay up by Rucker's gettin step and never know who gon' get shady business So we never in powder box and hot, snitches and fiends, and cops, makin shit hot, so we relocate the spot We got bitches 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 bitch and clock the
[sung] Because it's all the money man [Daz] You can't get without it [sung] all about the money, money, money, money That's what the ballers got [sung] Said it's all the money man [Daz] Yeah, yeah, [sung] it's all about the money, money, money, money Cash dollar [sung] Said it's all the money man [Daz] You can't get nuttin it Said 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] Said all about the money, money, money, money Run it, run it, run it
Fresh broads and five hundred thousand homes and mobile phones (yeah!) play the coke Smokin by the zones (the pound) Got a down ass to help me get through shit times get rough at times you know you can't trust no bitch Keep my eye for them high, and a tune it out Zulu's out, livin homey, that's what it's all about Bustin niggaz, niggaz, fo' all out, respect niggaz down 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 niggaz that for they lives (FUCKER!) Me and my potnahs in the town, slang deep Through twenty pieces, quarter to support the kings Whatchu need is we got the break you diss me to your favorite block We be up shottin what's mine, tec wit a glock To let you know, motherfucker it don't stop Makin bills for a mill', this life we live is way to real From hustin to fuckin bitches that's top knotch (biatch!) This fast life made Shaq crazy, at actin outta To let you know-know what the we rollin, ganja, ganja rolls Swoopin through the to let you motherfuckers know (know) ..
[sung] .. that it's all about the man [Daz] Can't do nuttin it [sung] It's all about the money, money, money, Yeah (??) [sung] Said all about the money man [Daz] be cheap [sung] Said all about the money, money, money, money [Daz] Yeah, yeah, [sung] Said it's all the money man [Daz] Money, money, cash [sung] it's all about the money, money, money, money [Daz] scrilla Said it's all about the money man [Daz] Can't be [sung] Said it's all about the money, money, money, Money, money
[Outro - Yeah, keep motherfuckin head up and watch yo' back Cause you go some nigga out there tryin to, jack on yo' ass Y'knahI'msayin? Ain't nuttin nice about streets, y'knahmsayin? Every G out there for they selves, that's how it down, y'know? So y'all game, peep game so y'all understand It's all about that mayn, that chedder y'knahmsayin? Fuck these ass niggaz out there my niggaz!