Traxx FDR - My Money Straight lyrics

[Talking: E-40] What's happenin' y'all this E-40 mayne I had to bring back that old school mob sound I had to go get my partna Black C and my n***a Guce Yumtombout, n***a our money is straight, nuggah Beotch! [Hook: Yung Jun] Please hold up me for one reason My money straight Whole bunch of ice I'm freezing My money straight And oh yeah, I'm E My money straight So please don't worry bout me My money straight [Verse 1: E-40] Uhh, I'm breaking down a quarter pound on a dude who play with a Gillette razor blade With a bucket of battery acid to throw my candy incase the po-po ray I be beastin and I be savagin' and I be mobbin' Any b**h n***a that got a problem I'm molly whomp Hoes be giving me all kinds of kisses and hugges But they don't really wanna f** me they wanna f** my cutla** I be thuggin' it to the fullest mayne I push Be all up in the courthouse smelling like Kush Hiding in the fire truck latter mane I be gone Every day by myself I smoke at least a half a zone Finger on the chrome, letting it be known Throwed in the dome, wanna know what's wrong I ain't never play to lose I play to win If it's money being generated then I want in My stacks won't fold it won't bend Brought a one room apartment (for what) just to keep my money in (beotch) [Hook:] [Verse 2: Black C] Oh yeah, my money straight You can ask them bad b**hes in my court until 8 Looking like they can't wait to put it in they face If she ain't down with it then we plan a limit date Plus I represent this Bay, so I gotta keep it res-ial I'm gone off a pis-ial so f** how they fis-ial A hundred dollar biz-ials I'm ballin' on you s**ers Ridin' round top down if a player feeling smothered We customs made 4's on the whip, Bentley holes sitting nice The paint look blue but it's green in the light We goin call that a sprite rocking D-boy ice My D-boy swag I'm from that D-boy life Black Ceaser be the name Black C is what they call me R.B.O. the camp hundreds point be the army Yeah ya boy ballin sumthing like Spalding And it's only bad b**hes that a real n***a call me [Hook:] [Verse 3: Guce] Purple in my cup looking like I'm playing posses You can still get it with this chopper or the shotgun My money straight off the rose and the Vodka Errday we celebrate like I won an Oscar Gangsta, from the city of choppers and body bags We ride sh** that move fast like it crawl that We keep them toys all year like Toys-R-Us You like a n***a that can't play bo's and dump truck [Laughs] I'm threw what they created ghetto broads A trauma water cause ya trauma boy and still on call I'm balling like the Phoenix Suns, playing zone And make these b**hes run for it, Marion Jones Finger f**in' the trigger like p**y when I felt the You wanna beef I touch ya hat broker helper When I'm on ya line can't nobody help ya Empty a** n***a not a leg that a felt up My money straight [Hook:]