A-G-2-a-Ke - G Bout Money lyrics

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A-G-2-a-Ke - G Bout Money lyrics

[G-Mone] G bout money, I'm out here on it cause I want it n***a Let what b**h, you f**ing with some real n***as Slip you miss, I can't resist to flip figgas Bullsh** trigger, I handle it go call a digger Bigger thangs, move motherf**ers n***a Bang c**aine, done blew your f**ing brains k**a Flicker the quicker, the picker up sale stealer Stick it to dusted addicted ya, it's you they smell k**er Huh, hoping that the air gets thicker Rap-A-Lot mafia life, we still realer I know the herbal tree's a healer, dealer cause dealer It's quick as thrill I squeeze, as quick as a nerve sipper sh** I'ma make you n***as feel G, on the realer Hit this choke off this bomb a** smoke, you rolling with a Player, f** a shoulda coulda woulda small haters I make a n***a say I got sk**s, later It's winning this, the minute you n***as suggesting it for the benefits But do the opposite of this real sh**, and get k**ed b**h Stack em up definitely, try to guess who's next wanna test a G-B-C I can't even f** with me, how should we handle these Freeze, if you bout your paper n***a sh** get hit on the hip, and got to dip quicker Spit to the punch, and right in the pitch teller Then gripped it and flicked it, and words fella So please freeze, the I done told em about my cheese sayer Feel a realer n***a, I hear ya [Chorus - 2x] G bout money, rain sleet snow or sunny I got to get it, keep it quick as I could flip it Not funny is you with it, let's get paid stacking this I hit this I'm a G with a E-T with it, money [G-Mone] G bout money trick, it's Mr. Break-Her-sh** upper The slick dick between your chick's hips, and hit f** her Had to be touchy, for all up in my ear s**er Hate ya from busters, split they wigs up raise the busters Rush a grave, I make you rap the use must'a Hit from upper thang, I hate to I had to touch her Get ya and split ya, and fill ya up with weed chiefer Lit ya hip to the smoke with ya, high as hell breather I'm still-a, the same n***a G You gon' have put the verse in the bed, strapped under the pill-a b**h just stealer, mouths get knocked the f** out Swinger, into the face of a murder-a Bring her, make them hoes chose to believe her Since she can't provide, I don't need her Leave her quick as a cheetah to get velveeta see ya, wouldn't wanna be ya Saving one of your millions for Aaliyah, go home Until they gone n***a, help Let the money hit me swell up, I get richer I make you stick ya-self The drama f** off your health, gangsta Watch me flip this sh** in a minute, get paid taker These hoes, be dropping to they knees playa I still get hit on the hip, and got to dip quicker To split ya to put ya, right in the pitch teller And quicker to flip it, then words fella So please freeze, now I done told em about my cheese sayer Feel a realer n***a, I hear ya [Chorus - 2x] [G-Mone] G bout money, freeze Pay attention to n***as on a mission, to get cheese Stack it, bring it back and freeze They blind C's, about that money n***a Trip, go get me a fifth and get lit with a Split, pull it out my man's weed blower Lyricist into get didn't believe this, I soldier Make n***as be bumping this, while running from the rollers Squab like we use to do on the weekends, roll with my Friends, if you bout your paper n***a sh** get hit on the hip, and got to dip quicker Split ya to put ya, right in the pitch teller Then quicker to flip ya, then words fella So please freeze, I done told em about my cheese sayer Feel a realer n***a, I hear ya [Chorus - 4x]

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