E-40 All My Niggaz song lyrics
Feat Danny Brown, ScHoolboy Q E-40 All My Niggaz song lyrics
All my niggas really want the money
We don't want nothing else, nigga, I promise
All my niggas really want the money
All my niggas really want the money
All my niggas really want the money
We don't want nothing else, nigga, I promise
All my niggas really want the money
All my niggas really want the money
All we want is the money
The Mozzarella Galbani
I got more guns than the army
Can't let no bitch nigga harm me
I got that purple like Barney
I got two bitches that's horny
They say they niggas 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 sure
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 your head like a cantaloupe
In the summer a peacoat
My iPhone is jail broke
Leaning like the Tower of Pisa
Promethazina
Sweating like we under a heater
It's hot in here
All them suckers just that's talking crazy
They not in here
Never tell my right ear what my left ear hear
All my niggas really want the money
We don't want nothing else, nigga, I promise
All my niggas really want the money
All my niggas really want the money
All my niggas really want the money
We don't want nothing else, nigga, I promise
All my niggas really want the money
All my niggas really want the money
I'm up before the sun up to work it beyond you
I break it in pieces and tell your auntie to run up
Shooters keep guns up, snitches get tongues cut
Talk to the people, they get your daughters and sons cut
I'm up in the Chevy, we making blowjob daddy
I just whip up a 80, so hit my phone when you're ready
Turkey bags in our lap, we ain't fucking with rejjie
Trump that trailer whip out and touch down out the '
And I'm off, about to hit another lick
'Bout a 150 bucks, for that tax on the receipt
Girl, I got bottles of that lean, tax on the receipt
' and I got the extra beds
And they work, work, 'run out their mind
Stunting, stunting, no one has another kind
My big call me E-40 put me on the '
'Cause I'm younger and I hustle
Got the gang from Charlie hustle
All my niggas really want the money
We don't want nothing else, nigga, I promise
All my niggas really want the money
All my niggas really want the money
All my niggas really want the money
We don't want nothing else, nigga, I promise
All my niggas really want the money
All my niggas really want the money
Pockets will advance, clear the room
If they bitching with the shit, than your boy don't approve
See, Hennessy, Bacardi turns the party
Backwoods pre-rolled, club get foggy
Niggas mean mugging, we'll leap in, froggy
Though I see why you mad, her ass applauding
That's your bitch, she flip like dolphins
We gonna work out and bounce the bed springs
No credit cards, just debit and large cash
Got a real big bag, smell like a forest
See, I used to sell white 'til gastric bypass
Packed with a Mac that smack your car glass
Addicted to balling, no Timbs, ate Wheaties
Learn from ' he taught big gritty
King East Bay, E-40, boss leany
Money all there, your money Houdini
All my niggas really want the money
We don't want nothing else, nigga, I promise
All my niggas really want the money
All my niggas really want the money
All my niggas really want the money
We don't want nothing else, nigga, I promise
All my niggas really want the money
All my niggas really want the money