MOG

Her pistol in the ceilin' that's her survival pack
I'm just a money man so where the dollars at
If you ain't talkin' 'bout that dough homie whatcha talkin'?
Young money, money men monster militia
You get that cooked or that blow you the caller, baller

Don't make a sound if them people swing around this bitch
These niggaz think I'm slippin' 'cause I'm fallin' back

She wanna ride on this I make her ride with that

What is you hollin' bitch, I'm on some gangsta shit

These niggaz want it cooked and I done closed down the bakery
We shoot 'em in the head 'cause they act like they senseless
Y'all niggaz ain't eatin' how we eatin' B

Blind, deaf or crazy it's money over bitches
Now everybody that I know get that money baby
Youngin' get it from the ground homie hold the hood down and
Weezy motherfuckin' baby pay me

So getcha game up, take a bitch, break a bitch

You get that cooked or that blow you the caller, baller
Them 380 snapshots, now smile for the pictures
And do I love her naw, man I just love her spirit
Strap her down with work and tell her don't trip, take a trip
You fuckin' with a winner but I come from a little
Money over bitches such an easy decision
And if I find out she stealin' for realer I'ma kill her
Now everybody that I know get that money baby
The bitch ain't even cry 'cause he was livin' that life
And we ain't worryin' 'bout them hoes get that money baby
This is for my old school G's who ain't around this bitch
Now everybody that I know get that money baby
If you ain't talkin' 'bout that dough homie whatcha talkin'?
Money talkin', turn a key into a crack charge
OK, money, money, money is my intuition
If you ain't talkin' 'bout that dough homie whatcha talkin'?
And we ain't worryin' 'bout them hoes get that money baby
Fuck how we used to be, now we how we need to be
I got the money to lag and I got that swagger workin'
Bitch I got money in the walls for that
You get that cooked or that blow you the caller, baller
Let them niggaz chase that pussy we gon' follow that guap, yeah

If you ain't talkin' 'bout that dough homie whatcha talkin'?
Hard body, these niggaz boxes of tissue
We sharks over here nigga keep on fishin', okay
Now everybody that I know get that money baby
Burn him up and leave him naked, bring him back to his wife
My nine to five is overrated, I'm on that grind hoe
And we ain't worryin' 'bout them hoes get that money baby
She wanna make me dinner, I tell her make me rich

If they ain't with us they must be against us
Do ya thang, whoa hustle try to stay low
If you ain't gettin' bread nigga keep yo' distance
If you ain't talkin' 'bout that dough homie whatcha talkin'?
I'm smokin' somethin' I can't pronounce behind them phantom curtains

But shawty they ain't fuckin' with pops
And we ain't worryin' 'bout them hoes get that money baby
And we ain't worryin' 'bout them hoes get that money baby
Fifty stacks in the garden in the backyard

You get that cooked or that blow you the caller, baller
Hoe but bet I can take that dirt and turn that shit to glitter
You get that cooked or that blow you the caller, baller
Getcha hustle up, the money's what you make of it
You get that cooked or that blow you the caller, baller
[Incomprehensible] beat that until them flowers black
And we ain't worryin' 'bout them hoes get that money baby
I leave the work with her, yeah, she my baby sitter
It ain't about whatcha makin', it's about what ya totin'
Now everybody that I know get that money baby
So stop stuntin' homie, false promotin'
Now everybody that I know get that money baby

That Nina will kiss ya, that chopper will twist ya