I'm bout my money and bout my business (bang!)
I'm bout my money and bout my business (yeah!)
I doubt we different, hustlers pitchin (bang!)
And double barrel slugs like Elmer Fudd, I'm handsome
That they can get slayed, flex and get sprayed
Whatta, bout my bitches who mouth is ridiculous (yeah!)
Homey laugh now but die later when the lead dump
It's back to business, stackin riches
Leavin him bloody like a Pelican Bay yard brawl
And we all gon' get away, all my niggaz say
Gettin money and nigga it's insignificant (yeah! what?)
They claim they gangster, lettin mens give brains to them
It ain't confidential, all the shit I been through
No tags, I just drove it off the showroom floor
Shout out my niggaz en route to riches (bang!)
We stuck in the game, we fuckin the same, bang
Maybach and all that, same behavior
And the flyest crews goin the fastest
Zero in on the target, spark him and watch his head bust
And we all gon' get away, all my niggaz say
And spin they head like yo' hottest DJ's, motherfuckers
I doubt we different, hustlers pitchin (bang!)
Straight cash, bout my paper, I'm on my gangster
Black's out of his mental, I black out with pistols
Shout out my niggaz en route to riches (bang!)
Some of your favorite rappers is flamin, I'm bangin things at them
Whatta, bout my bitches who mouth is ridiculous (yeah!)
Cause the clip to the max slips in bananas
I'm bout my money and bout my business (yeah!)
Nigga you know it's, business befo' pleasure, money over chicks
Who wanna know why I got so much beef with so many rappers?
Or the SK-8, drop Jag with funny tags
Karma, is a muh'fucker watch your actions
Black Continental, mac outta the window
Your pinky and wrist, and your necklace
I got a knack for pushin crack, and cookin raw coke
I'm starin through the scope, with one eye open and one shut
Now I'm gettin money and a mill' is essential
My hoes don't speak English, catch 'em at the foreign money exchange
Scoop up my chips, then I split, with my beautiful bitch
And we all gon' get away, all my niggaz say
Money over bitches, bitches over strangers
Shout out my niggaz en route to riches (bang!)
Ain't shit to discuss, unless it's moneybags
New Armani leather in the Range
Gettin money and nigga it's insignificant (yeah! what?)
A tooth for a tooth and a eye for a eye
I'm bout my money and bout my business (yeah!)
Like Jada Pinkett Smith, for that paper I leave stinkin and stiff
Always get your pay, I love it when I hear 'em say
Always get your pay, I love it when I hear 'em say
Dummies in the clip, nickel on my hip patrollin through the strip
I doubt we different, hustlers pitchin (bang!)
Get removed nigga, my wolves is playin hardball
Bet a stack, head crack, no rollin to the six
Doin this shit for ten years, niggaz I'm major
Whatta, bout my bitches who mouth is ridiculous (yeah!)
I'm bout my money and bout my business (bang!)
When you see my gang, tuck in your chain
If you, act suspicious, it's a Wrap like Reynolds
Bang bang dangerous, my gun gang famous
Fresh off the boat, no vest but I tote, and wear it like a coat
I catch fire like matches {whew} then blow out
Gettin money and nigga it's insignificant (yeah! what?)
Pull up to the hottest club in New York, with my hazards on
Drama, it's the INC red rum spun backwards
I aim the stainless, let the games begin
Bang bang, nigga, 'til the day we die
Guns befo' bangers but bangers do
For niggaz that had enough and ain't got no clue
Always get your pay, I love it when I hear 'em say
I'm bout my money and bout my business (bang!)
