C-Bo - How Many lyrics

[C-Bo] My whole crew balling Pushing roses down to the impalas On a mission for dollars bumping hoes You know my motto All about the cash 6 million dollar pad That's money over hoes with big tits and a** I like to lounge on my yacht And count money by the blocks Million dollars in crates Invested birdes don't flock So f** some m*et dp and cristal Pa** some xo and hennessey and long ale We push some rolls royces Drop polices and porches you think I boosh** Big body benz's and expiditions Pit boo sitting Out front of the mini mansion It's some westcoast hills looking over the whole planet Coube doors marble floors Inside our door pools on a move Get more money than all you fools Than independent then split it Got in the cast and I jet Straight out west n***a it's stacking in my nest [Hook] How many muthaf**as really down to ride with me How many muthaf**as down to take a life for me How many of you muthaf**as n***as down to die with me Slide with me and pull a homicide with me [C-Bo] Growing up really never had much Except my folks try to f**ing get touch We pulled licks and such to live plush Rush out with it yea we get it rob n***as mob n***as Slide triggers to the right and left Ride biggas in the west to def Represent the westcoast n***a best to bring along a vest coat The most dangerous like venim We run up in them and see them them'em and send them off To pay the cuz they what While we stashing the turkys like sasquash Call the neighborhood watch The feds couldn't knock us down or not Pouring shots like scotch on the rocks Busting armies like ahead looking cotch 40 cals gone blaow with smile How the f** you like us now Wonder how we major Been this way since teenagers Sky pagers and punchy you know the rollers Sack of crackola in boulders sitting in the trunk of the nova [Hook] How many muthaf**as really down to ride with me How many muthaf**as down to take a life for me How many of you muthaf**as n***as down to die with me Slide with me and pull a homicide with me [C-Bo] I counted the counter like one two three Fo shots to hit me could believe lil reeky got touched Now what's the fuss The whole city went bust ready to rip sh** up I'm in the cut zipping shackles while hillas getting nasty I'm the suspect what the f** is that Loading the techs that I stepped on See the muthaf**as the crept on The dogs fly higher than the birds man smoking marycaine Cuz it's cool to calm my nerves man We got the word on the ride now b**hes be No one's liable for the actions that about to take place All I know is when they comes for me I'm aiming for the face Chase me down Trying to speak you f**ed with the wrong G Crept to the b side on you quick to ride on ya Hit them on the bad side with sliffs side on ya Gurrileas gurrileas but pleas words to the miss We got some sh** going on one man down Chorus