I'm About My Money Bitch

Hell Rell

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    Okay, i'm all about my money bitch
    Hell rell, i'm all about my money

    Yo, blow money in large amounts
    Niggaz hate when these cars is out
    Lamborghini this, porsche that
    Can he afford that, yeah he bought that
    Naw nigga, when i got my deal i ain't act like i was all that
    Put up start-up money so my niggaz can eat
    Supply the hustlers with more crack
    Sent niggaz outta town with pounds of the piff
    Told 'em get rich
    Stack that change nigga, cent by cent
    Then learn that your license plate done homeboy switched your whip
    It's true holmes
    Them boys may be tapping your boost phone, get a new phone
    P-89 ruger, two-tone
    This my house nigga not a group-on
    If a nigga run up i'm bussin' the glock
    Other than that, then i'm huggin' the block
    I'm feelin' like killa cam and little weezy bitch
    What's good you gon' suck it or not
    If not then get the fuck out the drop
    Look how the diamonds is huggin' the watch
    I'm nice with the flow man
    But i'm getting paid from the blow man
    Shit, i'm stuck in the spot

    Better have my money bitch
    You better have my money bitch
    Better have my money bitch
    You better have my money bitch
    Better have my money bitch
    You know why

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    Uh, i'm bad, bad to the bone
    Back to the lab, back in the zone
    Back of the 'lac with' a bag full of stones
    Caps in the chrome, come scrap with stallone
    That's that rambo ammo famo
    Better leave the scraper alone or it's back to this home
    Try to take the hat off his dome
    I don't know why they touch j.r.
    Like the vet ain't hard or i'd f they broad
    Like i don't come through in the skr
    With the sk pa and the ese squad
    That'll bag you, drag you up a couple blocks to the spot where the eses are

    Since he wanna front like he next in charge
    He'll be in the trunk of a next man's car
    Pa, i'm sick as they come
    Chips from a crumb, live by the gun
    Dip when it blown, go for the deck
    Throw up the set, bitch where you from
    I'm a harlem nigga, problems nigga, it'll be 50 to 1
    But i rather do your bitch and have her lookin' at me like she got a damn clip on her tongue

    Ruger, okay, i'm all about my money
    Where my money (hell rell)
    I'm all about my money
    Where my money bitch
    Yeah, i'm all about my money
    Where my money

    Sell some pussy, suck some dick
    Walk the track, hug the strip
    I don't give a fuck if he slapped yo' momma
    Damn right bitch, i want every last dollar
    Daddy need 22's for his new porsche
    Daddy need flat screens for his new loft
    You got the job, you hired
    Be at the office at 9, i'm your new boss
    New gun in town, get used to me
    You're washed up old man, i'm what you used to be
    One bitch for the night but it's usually 2 or 3 that's screwing me
    Plus a shot for the bronx, 2 for weeks
    That's my hood nigga, that's my block
    Ruger rell nigga, that's what's hot
    Look at me wrong, i'm a clap my glock
    Yeah bitch, you know the damn name
    Now get your little ass in this damn range
    You want some champagne
    I ain't goin' nowhere but got a flight book just incase my plans change
    Dipset nigga, that's the damn gang
    Eastside, soo-woo campaign
    Look at this nigga
    Baby-mother car, big brother ring and his man's chain

    Ruger, okay, i'm all about my money
    Where my money (hell rell)
    I'm all about my money
    Where my money bitch
    Yeah, i'm all about my money
    Where my money

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