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