MOG

Them 380 snapshots, now smile for the pictures

Do ya thang, whoa hustle try to stay low
You get that cooked or that blow you the caller, baller
Hard body, these niggaz boxes of tissue
We shoot 'em in the head 'cause they act like they senseless
Weezy motherfuckin' baby pay me
I'm just a money man so where the dollars at
Now everybody that I know get that money baby

Her pistol in the ceilin' that's her survival pack

And we ain't worryin' 'bout them hoes get that money baby
Fifty stacks in the garden in the backyard

Let them niggaz chase that pussy we gon' follow that guap, yeah

You get that cooked or that blow you the caller, baller
If you ain't talkin' 'bout that dough homie whatcha talkin'?
Young money, money men monster militia
If you ain't talkin' 'bout that dough homie whatcha talkin'?
Y'all niggaz ain't eatin' how we eatin' B
So getcha game up, take a bitch, break a bitch
Now everybody that I know get that money baby
Money over bitches such an easy decision

Now everybody that I know get that money baby
OK, money, money, money is my intuition
Strap her down with work and tell her don't trip, take a trip
And we ain't worryin' 'bout them hoes get that money baby

Burn him up and leave him naked, bring him back to his wife
The bitch ain't even cry 'cause he was livin' that life
We sharks over here nigga keep on fishin', okay
And we ain't worryin' 'bout them hoes get that money baby

It ain't about whatcha makin', it's about what ya totin'
And we ain't worryin' 'bout them hoes get that money baby
And do I love her naw, man I just love her spirit
And if I find out she stealin' for realer I'ma kill her
And we ain't worryin' 'bout them hoes get that money baby
Youngin' get it from the ground homie hold the hood down and

If you ain't talkin' 'bout that dough homie whatcha talkin'?
Bitch I got money in the walls for that
Now everybody that I know get that money baby
This is for my old school G's who ain't around this bitch
If they ain't with us they must be against us
[Incomprehensible] beat that until them flowers black
That Nina will kiss ya, that chopper will twist ya
You fuckin' with a winner but I come from a little
I got the money to lag and I got that swagger workin'
These niggaz want it cooked and I done closed down the bakery
I leave the work with her, yeah, she my baby sitter
If you ain't talkin' 'bout that dough homie whatcha talkin'?

So stop stuntin' homie, false promotin'
You get that cooked or that blow you the caller, baller

And we ain't worryin' 'bout them hoes get that money baby

I'm smokin' somethin' I can't pronounce behind them phantom curtains
Now everybody that I know get that money baby
What is you hollin' bitch, I'm on some gangsta shit
Blind, deaf or crazy it's money over bitches
Hoe but bet I can take that dirt and turn that shit to glitter

But shawty they ain't fuckin' with pops
Fuck how we used to be, now we how we need to be
Now everybody that I know get that money baby
She wanna make me dinner, I tell her make me rich
She wanna ride on this I make her ride with that
If you ain't talkin' 'bout that dough homie whatcha talkin'?
You get that cooked or that blow you the caller, baller
My nine to five is overrated, I'm on that grind hoe
These niggaz think I'm slippin' 'cause I'm fallin' back
You get that cooked or that blow you the caller, baller
Don't make a sound if them people swing around this bitch
You get that cooked or that blow you the caller, baller
Getcha hustle up, the money's what you make of it
Money talkin', turn a key into a crack charge
If you ain't gettin' bread nigga keep yo' distance