Yeah up
Nigga hundeds, hundeds, hundeds I money money money want hundeds, hundeds, hundeds Nigga I need money money Nigga want hundeds hundeds Nigga want money money
1] The biggest fast time is rhyme the size Its been the same man the game became mine I four one of these at the same time Looking like Snoop Dogg in eighty-nine Do I a fuck, no I never have I just blow my and take a bubble bath I laugh at these niggaz, I aint mad at you Cause half of you niggaz cant even with me I'm on it I'm so fucking city And every town that I roll I leave my G prints LBC, now that's I represent, can ya feel it (Eastside) I'm hotter than a batch of fish in a skillet I wanna say up to all the G's, the killas, and the ballers, and the dealers See I'm from you either rate us, hate us or steal us And right about now all the cap gotta feel us
[Chorus with slight repeat 2 X]
2] Money, is everything It's the crack to the It's the king to the It supreme It's the crop to the (say what) It's a po man, no man, its dream Money, mo money, get But make sure you know that your don't get funny Everybody claiming that they down on luck While I'm fresh dressed like a million I throw on my black socks with my all chucks Now lets see which one of my we gone use today To away, (where we going) to Snoop World mother fucking U.S.A Its all a dream, and can come true If it happen for me, it can happen for you from the beach, he keep shit cracking And everything he touch guaranteed to go
[Chorus with slight variations 2 X]
3] Ya got to cash to make it these days And you can at least one of a hundred different ways You can at the homie Meech and get a dope track And you a rap, and try to get you to snap Or you could stand on the streets and holler and You can throw up insane, crip or one nine I chose DP financially money money money that's all a nigga see See to get it, is to it, interstate, maintain, don't get broke and fail the game You might catch me in man hanging out with my sons and god sons, cause it's a blood thing Or you can catch me in Oakland, or I be on my way back to the west coast Still smoking, a pound of that shit Waiting for me at the crib with my dogs my wife and my two kids, money
[Chorus with slight repeat 5 X]
[Ad libs chorus] For all the niggaz out there getting money Money is the root of all huh You know I mean, we already in hell So fuck, get your man I look at shit this: The mother fuckers don't got money, they doing bad and don't give a fuck and they rob they steal they kill And the mother fuckers got money, they depressed you know they enjoy it So I mean, whats your you wanna live it our without it, shit I'm bout it I got to it, you feel me
[Chorus slight variations repeat 5 X]