[Intro - Man, nigga (?) is tore up, Shh, hop in the car, turn that music down Yeah yeah, jack these niggaz for what they got, y'knahmsayin? Heard these niggaz got some big 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 doin small, my profits ain't nuttin Hit a couple (hit 'em up!) in a matter of seconds we rich Now it's all kimo bricks, and fresh toxics to get is in the mix It ain't hard to tell my clientele by mayor but fuck the cops and these feds 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 Texas Got the bombers, fuck the moto niggaz never smoke Got the weed that when you take a you gonna choke Out of town, we put it down in a way knew or had a clue that we could make some major pay Load up by gettin and never know who gon' get shady doin business So we never slept in 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 wit our bread, break a nigga or some hands (BIATCH!) That's the way I love it, you know I that shit The way I fucks a bitch and clock the
[sung] Because it's all about the man [Daz] You get nuttin without it [sung] It's all the money, money, money, money That's what the ballers got [sung] Said it's all the money man [Daz] Yeah, yeah, [sung] Said all about the money, money, money, money [Daz] dollar [sung] Said it's all the money man [Daz] You get nuttin without it [sung] Said it's all the money, money, money, money Get it, get it, get it [sung] Said it's all the money man Aww [sung] Said it's all the money, money, money, money Run it, run it, run it
Fresh and five hundred thousand dollars homes and phones (yeah!) better play the coke Smokin weed by the (the pound) Got a ass bitch to help me get through shit When times get rough at times you you can't trust no bitch Keep my eye for them high, and a 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 bangin me mad, still I do my thang Fly my niggaz in stadium style, from the Three-fifty-seven's, forty-fives, get the party Get the the niggaz that runnin for they lives (FUCKER!) Me and my potnahs in the town, slang deep Through twenty pieces, quarter pound to the kings Whatchu is what we got from the break you diss me to favorite block We be settin up shottin mine, tec wit a glock To let you know, motherfucker that it don't bills for a quarter mill', this life we live is way to real From hustin to fuckin bitches that's top knotch (biatch!) fast life made Shaq crazy, at actin outta control To let you know-know what the we rollin, ganja, ganja rolls Swoopin through the streets to let you motherfuckers (know) ..
.. that it's all about the money man [Daz] Can't do without it [sung] It's all the money, money, money, money Yeah (??) [sung] it's all about the money man [Daz] Can't be [sung] Said it's all about the money, money, money, [Daz] Yeah, yeah, [sung] Said it's all the money man Money, money, cash money [sung] Said it's all the money, money, money, money [Daz] Cash 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 your motherfuckin head up and yo' back Cause you go some nigga out there tryin to, jack on yo' ass Y'knahI'msayin? nuttin nice about these streets, y'knahmsayin? Every G out for they selves, that's how it goes down, y'know? So y'all check game, peep so y'all understand It's all about that money mayn, that y'knahmsayin? Fuck sucker ass niggaz out there my niggaz!