MOG

Oh, where you goin'? I gotta get back to the money
Brush the platinum, grab the straps, homie make it happen
Oh, where you goin'? I gotta get back to the money

Fresh with the hustle so we bounce back on them suckers
'Cause even bobble heads tell me yes, ha
Money go getter, them clowns can't figure
You ain't know, I gotta go

Comin' through my neighborhood with 4's on the caddy
Nigga I ain't got a money printer
Know I had to ride, never let it slide
We on the grind for the shine and we gon' get paid
I wake up in the mornin' take a piss and wash my hands

Yes, the last two cash money members
Yes, I gets throat on a boat
A jungle on my wrist, a circus on my neck
Oh, where you goin'? I gotta get back to the money, to the money

You ain't know, I gotta go
And I just bought a gun with a extender
Rest in peace to Miss Gladys like everyday
I wake up in the mornin', take a piss and wash my hands
3rd Ward soldier, 13th gangsta
My whole hood cried when my lil' brother died
It's just the G in me and I'ma get it 'til I die daddy
Red bandanna duckin' feds and the money stackin'
You ain't know, I gotta go
They got so many pussy niggaz I can make a list
You ain't know, I gotta go

So much money on my mind it's all I remember
Oh, where you goin'? I gotta get back to the money
Take a knee and thank the Man, then get back to the money
Shout out to the new cash money members
And understand the rap game is my court
I got a lot of loot and I ain't lookin' for a lady

Baby and Slim still point guard and center

Spent a mill' on the wheels custom with the navi'
You ain't know, I gotta go
Oh, where you goin'? I gotta get back to the money, to the money

Poppin' at the mouth like this cutter won't split 'em
See I don't cruise control I control the cruise
So for this paper chase I'm out runnin' sprinters
17th hustler known top ranker
You ain't know, I gotta go
You ain't know, I gotta go
Know how to survive hustlin' stayin' fly

I'm already good, I'm workin' on my left
Put it on the hood, I'm Hollygrove to death
Cut like a blender sharper than a bitch
You ain't know, I gotta go

Two of the same whips we doin' it big livin' lavish
Don't forget the baby no, don't forget the F

And I vow to never fall like soap on a rope and
And you can never pay me I'm from uptown baby

Or some sort of matchin' slippers or yacht shoes
Oh, where you goin'? I gotta get back to the money
This is a Scott storch and I'm a hot torch

Oh, where you goin'? I gotta get back to the money
Oh, where you goin'? I gotta get back to the money
Oh, where you goin'? I gotta get back to the money
Blowin' big, doin' gigs, got it ran in hundreds
Oh, where you goin'? I gotta get back to the money
On the grind all the time homie gettin' money
Oh, where you goin'? I gotta get back to the money
So I shall walk and come forth like a rock port
Take a knee and thank the Man then get back to the money
Niggaz wonder why I stress that I am the best

You ain't know, I gotta go
You ain't know, I gotta go
Oh, where you goin'? I gotta get back to the money, to the money
You ain't know, I gotta go
Oh, where you goin'? I gotta get back to the money
You ain't know, I gotta go
And gettin' money is my sport
And that bitch hold me up like suspenders
They reppin', layin' here we stuntin'
You ain't know, I gotta go
Limo tints out the pound and uptown crackin'
You ain't know, I gotta go