Ova the money, the money
In the heart of a victim murda is monumental
When the shots start to rang out I'm the boy wit' the toaster
Blood will ooze on ya shoes wait, control ya hate
You won't have another birthday cake afta that
The money, the money, the cake
The home of the hommies, there's a body every week
I don't give a fuck, it's goin' down like that
Buck got the shotgun, 50 got the mack
'Round here niggas get found upside down
The money, the money, the cake
I'm da poster child of violence, I'm the boy on the poster
I need the cake nigga
I don't complicate shit, yeah I keep it simple
Yeah, listen up clicko, I hustle I get though
I conversate wit' killas, it's usually about life
Politicate wit' lawness, it's usually 'bout white
You heard Banks said so I know I got the mack
'Cause you spendin' all ya cake on dem bitches
Any nigga disrespect the click gettin' shot
Niggas start up the beef and run straight to the cops
And you mutha fuckas lookin' like steak
You fuckin' wit a sicko, I spazz let a clip go
Money, money, money, money
I done been through every hood, dead niggas gone rap
Cannon out da rental, beam to ya temple
So I'll be skippin' cities seven states in aweek
Don't get moved by the tools
The money, the money, the cake
Southside trama drama wit' gallamas
Now I don't hear the sirens but they prolly gonna creep
Cake
My bullet wounds will tell you a story 'bout wut I been through
Can't a mutha fuckin' breathin' tell me I can't eat
Plottin' to pull me ova, put the cake in my jeep
I need the bread lil' niggas need Christmas
Me I'm from the street, where nothin' sweet
The Unit don't play, we rap but we strapped
I pull up, pull out spray hollows at your back
To get the money, the money
Niggas slow down, pump ya breaks
Food on the plate for the wolves, follow wolves
You a bitch ass nigga, the cupcake of the block
You ain't ridin' in dem 6s
I squeeze blow your mental, all ova ya friends
Banks don't rap wit a back pack
I'm in it for the money, the money
The money, the money, the cake
'Cause Yayo got a temper and he don't know how to act
Show me the money, the money
I've been gone all winter but now a nigga back
Then you headed up state for rollin' 'round wit' a steak
No mistakes cause the jakes, run the plates
Spida got the sweeper and you bound to hear it clap
