Bout My Money-Trick Daddy

歌手 : Trick Daddy

专辑 : Book Of Thugs - Chapter AK Verse 47

语种 : 英语

时长 : 03:48

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TXT Bout My Money-Trick Daddy 文本歌词

Let's see, what to do today?

F**k that I'm goin to get my money

This one in a.. Thuggin memory

That thug ni**a

Hollywood ni**a

I did this one in that ni**a name

Hollywood ni**a, yall remember that mutha f**kin name

This bout that mutha f**kin money

NI**A!!!!!!

To kill for coc*ine and get a ni**a killed

And a banana peel will get his whole hide flipped

He's bringin danger to the life of his home boy's

You can see the moon, but don't let him go alone boy

Bout my money, we goin to bump heads and it wont be long

That's why I got two choppers, one for the car, and one for the home

Got extra grip for when they hold on

Nextel, instead of these dial tones

And quarter game for these old tapped a** cell phones

And new back bone for my new dread homes

You aint been outta jail long, but ni**a you dead wrong

Bout my money, ni**a you shouldn't a played wit it

You're goin to remember the day when this A.K hit ya.

Chorus:

Bout my money

That sh*t there aint nothin funny

Don't start duckin and runnin when it go to gunnin bout my money

And sonny, don't be stuntin and lookin funny

When I ask about my mutha f**kin money

That sh*t there aint nothin funny

Don't start duckin and runnin when it go to gunnin bout my money

And sonny, don't be stuntin and lookin funny

Have my mutha f**kin money

I read in the Book of Thugs, Chapter A.K Verse 47

And it tells me all thugs niggas go to heaven

But between the lines of verses 48 and 9

Is what ya thug ni**a's, drug dealin and doin time

But verse 100, talks bout my money

Say's its full of blood so all memphis is funny

But ni**a I don't want to hold your gold

I just want to free your soul

And be found somewhere in public when all this sh*t unfolds

I done gave ya two bricks, and you aint gave me back sh*t

You runnin around in your new bubble lights

When verse sit lookin sick

I aint here to hold ur sing, I just want my cream

And you can keep your little watch and ring that go bling bling

Chorus

Now all this huffin and puffin

Aint goin to get you young f**k ni**a's nothin

But a sh*t bag and bullet holes through your bloody clothes

Out of all the ni**a's you mutha f**kin know

I should have been the last ni**a you want to muthaf**kin know

I'll meet ya at your front door, and im bringin my calico

Ni**a if u aint got my flow ur a** gotta go

We'll get you mammy and all and layin em down on the front room floor

Bout to do em all cuz I done have problems bout all this sh*t unfolden

Bout my money, I came at it, and your son ain't have it

Now this ni**a I owe is goin to be the next ni**a to go

I only got 20 G's, and I owe 'em 84

It ain't my muthaf**kin fault, I'm short bout 64

This ni**a aint goin to f**k me no more

(Trick talking)

Chorus