E-40 - All My Ni**az lyrics

[Hook] (x2) All my n***as really want the money We don't want nothing else n***a I promise All my n***as really want the money All my n***as really want the money [Verse 1: E40] All we want is the money The Mozzarella Galbani I got more guns than the army Can't let no b**h n***a harm me I got that purple like Barney I got two b**hes that's horny They say they n***as is corny They never there and they lonely They bought a bottle of 'trony And now they ready to blow me If you know me you owe me That's what I told her for sho' I'm a mac just like Obie Me and my cronies and bronies Rollies and stogies stay with the fifties and forties That's us if you smell smoke Cookies the antidote Puffing that rope-a-dope My partner's they kinfolk They rap and they sell coke Bust ya head like a cantaloupe In the summer a peacoat My iPhone is jailbroke Leaning like the Tower of Pisa Promethazina Sweatin' like we under a heater It's hot in here All them s**ers that's talking crazy They not in here Never tell my right ear what my left ear hear [Hook] [Verse 2: Danny Brown] I'm up before the sun up to work it beyond ya' I break it in pieces and tell your auntie to run up Shooters keep guns up, snitches get tounges cut Talk to the peoples, and get your daughters and sons [tucked?] I'm up in the chevy, we bangin blow job Betty I just whip up a 80, so hit my phone when you're ready Turkey bag of the loud, we ain't f**in with reggie Trump the trailer with pounds and touchdown out the [jevy?] So c'mon! About to hit another Lick 'Bout a 150 bucks, for that tax on every zip Girl, I got bottles of that lean, tax on every sip Cause they got the Qualitest and I got the Actavis So Im rollin' (rollin'), thizzin' off that molly Stuntin' (Stuntin'), no one has another kind My big homie E-40 put me on the Carlos Rossi I stay younger than the muscle Got the gang from Charlie hustle [Hook] [Verse 3: Schoolboy Q] Pockets will advance, clear the room If they b**hin' with the sh**, than your boy don't approve See, Hennessy, Bacardi turns the party Backwoods pre-rolled, club get foggy n***as mean muggin', well leap then froggy Though I see why you mad, her a** applauding That's your b**h, she flip like dolphins We gon' work out and bounce the bed springs No credit cards, just debit and large cash And a real big bag, smell like a forest I used to sell weight 'til gastric bypa** Pa** with a Mac that smack your car gla** Addicted to ballin', no Timbs, ate Wheaties Learn from [?] he taught big gritty King East Bay, E-40, boss leany Money all there, your money Houdini