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(feat. Baby Bash, Lucky Luciano, Kia) [Verse 1: Grimm] I gots to get My money, my scrilla, my scratch, my cash flow I'm straight to the front Fuck the back door Player with the blunt, stuck in mack mode Lady on my lump, what's up with that hoe She wacko Don't fuck with my stack, though If it do, catch a few in the back bone Get ya key to the crew from the capo Mack mode to jack mode, blastin' ya cast, though Put my guns in my fun Pullin' all the stunts Movin' all the tons, we the ones Went from crumbs in the slums Living in a dung' Now I'm doin' lunch like a trump Once Was a man so, broke Had no hope, and that's no, joke Crunk Since my hands hold dope The can so cold, the man don't know SongtexteDon't stand so close to me Now I got the FEDs all over me, someone said that You can hear them tell police, that I hold the things And I'm foldin' these and I mold the C's [Chorus:] [Kia:] You making me All the money I can burn [Bash:] Gotta get that money, honey Gotta get that feri, baby [Kia:] You making me All the money I can burn [Bash:] Gotta get that money, honey Gotta get that feri, baby [Verse 2: Baby Bash] I want the bomb and the blow money To show money Your money Take ya granny and ya hoe's money No dummy When it come to the pimp juice That Baby Bash, mayne, all about my issue Ain't no love Ain't no heart Times stops when I gotta pull these nigga's whole cards Cause the game fucked up, mayne Think about it Look at all these faggots, talkin' 'bout "Been 'bout it, mayne" (Faggots) Shut that shit down, and have My bread Fore the nigga go nuts, and have, your head I keep stashes Up under my mattress Straight sapped out, man, dawg, I got to have this On one Ruler tip for my chippers Lord Of The Rings, I'm a king of the zippers On one Held both for sale Others got yale But I got clientele [Chorus] [Verse 3: Lucky Luciano] Now if you come down swangin' some big on chrome I told my woman, she better get my dough Ain't a lazy little hoe, she a hell of a broad That bird ain't scurred to take a federal charge Using fraud credit cards to loan a tailor store She the one that be moving all of my weight up north When I met her, I told her what I was all about That girl got on the grind, I'm a baller, now I'm in love with my money, and I don't think it's gon' change Got my trunk on pop, while I'm swangin' on blades You know I say, "I'm out the H-Town" Where we swang, ride and we say, "Drank that" Blazin' on the pie with my bitch on the track Where the money at, let me get that stack I'm a pimp to the bone, I'm a bonafide player Lucky Luciano foldin' up big paper [Chorus] Aus Songtexte Mania