D-Tay - All About Money lyrics

[Young Buck] You a thug like me [Verse 1] You can catch me green stick it up Dick it up Cut a n***a sh** over 50 bucks Need work on the low n***a hit me up Never quick enough after pickin up Feds on a n***a block ridiculous Cuz the game done brought all our sh** to us I done bit the dust-countinus Now I ride double ? to the ind you bust Oh no wrong move if my ind you touch 17 but its real when you playin with much One in the chamber on the table when you chillin for lunch And head up with your door open feelin your blunt Where im from 20 gone by the end of the month I get drunk smoke the weed to the end of the blunt Make sure 10 shells done been in the pump If its on-first draw thats a n***a wit luck All n***as playin games start endin 'em up Cause your block young buck will start bendin 'em up As soon as your adrenaline pump Make way dear lord cause im sendin 'em up [Hook x2] Its all about money Gettin major paid Stack your cheese in all different ways Tote your strap and keep your khakis creased Yeah n***a, you a thug like me? [Verse 2-D-tay] They call me D-tays up Get 'em up put the aks on Let 'em know we don't play sir Anybody in the way gets sprayed brah Anybody in the way gets sprayed brah Wanna play rough? Y'all cats wanna play tough Tay wanna spray stuff, erase stuff n***as wanna start sh** with they gun then run Tay don't wanna chase ya Bullets wait ta, replace ya Hit 'em with the shells of the 45 Make 'em all duck, with the four-five buck Put 'em all up Got 2 so we got you but we don't give a f** Seals comin gunnin out the cut Spittin at you cats Spittin 50 rounds like im spittin on a track Y'all n***as know that you can't hold that Ima spit the gat 'til the gat click-clat Then chit chat n***as gun learn that you beef with this here this heat gone burn Ima show ya cats how to bus y'all guns Hit a n***a up and leave his a** left numb Dont play with me You know I spray the heat The A.K. gun n***as down fatefully You think expectfully, just wait and see Young buck and D-tay n***a ready to g If it pays to be, the boss in the cause My gun so big gotta limp when I walk Dont talk the talk cause T.I.P. we comin First go about money [Hook x2] [Verse 3-Young Buck] Its all bout thuggin Gettin paid and sh** You either slang the dope or hit major licks Thats why all my n***as be sevin bricks Y'all gunna see what we workin with Not me baby doll I ain't hurtin for sh** G.S. 400 with a leather kit Oh you don't wanna holla? Well whatever b**h Dont say sh** when the bezzle flip See a n***a tote straps for the hell of it I ain't givin a f** about jealous sh** And I don't smoke weed for the smell of it Just before I k**, I inhale the sh** You can't trail me b**h I be in 50 states Paranoid, with about 50 cakes Once a n***a find out its all heart no shake Thats when I infest the place Im thugged out Up in the drug house Got it all-from the beer to a quarter ounce We da real a** n***as, all work no slouch Can I get that there? all that count All they amount But when it go down and a n***a make all ya say all that out What you gunna do n***a what you about Either ride or die, when im raised in the south Love the block, when a n***a wake up, I wash my face and then hug my Glock Brush my teeth and scream south side, smoke a blunt and put on my socks But it still don't stop, from dusk to dawn A n***a been out here on his own-livin day to day See im only 17 but a n***a out here just gains farm