C-Bo - Money by the Ton lyrics

(feat. Mississippi) If you've got a ton of big face hundred dollar bills How much money would you have? And every hundred dollar bill weigh a gram And there's 28 grams in an ounce and there's 16 ounces in a pound How many pounds is it in a ton? Got to be about your uhh, uhh, uhh..... [Verse One: C-Bo] I slide thru, the 5-double 0 drop S-C '97 Sport and shorts and matchin j**-els Worth about a quarter, mil-ticket is how we dress True ballers fakin meal tickets up in the West I know you wanna touch us cos at the clubs you ladies rush us Cos we're all about our cash, luxury livin and hoes love it Havin money by the ton, Rolex and Bossalini A nuchi give Versace cologne, now wanna see me At my best or worst? I gets paper when I burst Repeatedly, heated, dumpin low-low's, you know I'll burst To get my cash on, I spin the A-1 dolla For money by the ton, come get it with no soda [Chorus: Mississippi] Money by the ton, that's the way it comes We all, get paid Ooohhhh ooohhhh, we make Money by the ton, that's the way it comes We all, get paid Oooohhhhh [Verse Two: C-Bo] I'm all about the paper, nothin can come between that But Lexus, fully diamondback,???? and bald caps Holler "Thug", that's what we be, who you see? Steepin out of ragboys, cornises and Bentleys Six million dollar homes, we stays to the flow Now how much cash can you stack in a twenty thousand pound boat? It's money by the tons, fo' sho' homey and all hunds And if ya get past the gate, cameras and pitbulls, you can have some Flossin, no one flosses like bosses do But caution, when they float cos the wrong step, bodyguards swoop To protect those, diamond Rolexos Sippin that XO on chromed-up leaky's and Lexo's I put it down, pound for pound, surrounded by the millions Fancy cars, movie stars tryin to make a billion Come show them my cash bundle, you are a pocket Addicted to money, they can't stop it, it's daily comin by the ton [Chorus] [Verse Three: C-Bo] Now how you picture mad loot, stretch Rolls and rag Coupes? Big faces laced, I want all my dollars brand new I stand true to the game, on loot to the money train Rolex's and diamond rings, big bodies with the blowed brains I bring the pain to get the cash like Jesse James Til the wild wild West is drained by Major Pain Who got the loot? Big bodied Coupes and S-Cla**es And when we swoop, kickin the loot or catchin casket Load up the rigs, with crazy big-faced hunds Headed for the drug, still weighin it by the ton Cos money makes the world go round, stackin off-shore accounts Waitin on the????? So be a baller, got to keep it on the slunder Milli'ns by the hundred, transactions thru account numbers More money than you ever seen in big faced hunds Comin in a hundred and twenty million every ton [Chorus x2]