E-40 Bout My Money song lyrics
Feat Too $hort, Jeremih, Turf Talk E-40 Bout My Money song lyrics
Fedi focused, I'm focused on my fedi mayne
I don't think these suckers really understand
There's enough money out there for all of us to have
But suckers don't wanna see other brothers get cash
I'm from the mud, halloween mask and surgical blood
Where there's more hate than love, where clients plot on their plug
Turn on their own flesh and blood, do em dirty just like a rug...
Hard looks and mugs, bandanas and grutch
Five point five sixes and fifty caliber slugs
Half of this bitches will get you killed at the club
But you dodge for pushups or you can you pay me in bud
So book a [?] better get it off I'm a thug
She got a big butt (big butt)
Some high heels (high heels)
I pull up in the house, on wheels
I got a couple zaps and some good kill
She like the way I rap she know that I'm for real
Bout my money, bout my money
Bout my money, bout my money
Bout my money, bout my money
Bout my money, bout my money
Bout my money, bout my money
Bout my money, bout my money
Bout my money, bout my money
Bout my money, bout my money
I got a pocket full, I'm a Torres, you can't stop the bull
Whenever I spit my game, I make a whole lot then spin that change
And even if you make more, you can't knock bitches like playboy Short
I keep pouring shots, I keep this whores hot
So bring me two more bottles got the finest women but I don't fuck no models
Bad girls is what I prefer, she take your shit, there's no stopping her
Aggressive women that swing both ways
And throwin pennies on the stage
I put this dick in her mouth, she ain't resist
Then pay her, so it can't be this. (BIIAATCH)
Sad step in the club throwin paper today
Now I'm calling your girl, call the paper my shade
Head down, no-nothing to say
Everything she want but a kiss on her face
Freezer that Henny got me sippin her pretty
Yeah I ordered that pussy then she came here delivered
Damn right I'm a charger cause she right in my hand
Actin a fool, so I gave her a Emmy
My lingo produce payroll
Yeah that means that I drop all painful
Yeah it's all good, everything Gucci now
But it came a long way from them hand me downs
Yeah it's all good, steak every other night
But it came a long way from that beans and rice
Bitches pay us, they support us
Broke hoes holla but they can't afford us
I'm color blind, so I two-toned it
And I can stretch out, ain't got no roof on it
We don't love hoes, knock a bitch down
Put your face to the glass like Chris Brown
Take a picture bitch, polaroid
They juiced up, my pockets on steroids
I know some niggas that'll kill, dawg
For the dollar dollar bill ya'll
Sad step in the club throwin paper today
Now I'm calling your girl, call the paper my shade
Head down, no-nothing to say
Everything she want but a kiss on her face
[?] that Henny got me sippin her pretty
Yeah I ordered that pussy then she came here delivered
Damn right I'm a charger cause she right in my hand
Actin a fool, so I gave her a Emmy
Throw it, throw it, you know the sound
Broke and you a sucker that's the shit we don't allow
It's the baddest of the bitches out there somewhere in the party
If she got a [?] on it then I put my money down
Down, down, throw my money down
Down, down, I put my money down
Down, down, if she baddest down
She got it and I want it then I put my money down
Bitch