All About Money-Young Buck

[Young Buck] You a thug like me [Verse 1] You can catch me green stick it up, Dick it up, Cut a ni**a sh*t over 50 bucks, Need work on the low ni**a hit me up, Never quick enough after pickin up, Feds on a ni**a block ridiculous, 'Cause the game done brought all our sh*t to us, I done bit the dust-countinus Now i ride double ? to the ind you bust, Oh no wrong move if my ind you touch, 17 but its real when you playin with much, One in the chamber on the table when you chillin for lunch, And head up with your door open feelin your blunt, Where im from 20 gone by the end of the month, I get drunk smoke the w**d to the end of the blunt, Make sure 10 shells done been in the pump, If its on-first draw thats a ni**a wit luck, All niggas playin games start endin em up, 'Cause your block young buck will start bendin em up, As soon as your adrenaline pump, Make way dear lord 'cause im sendin em up [Chorus x2] Its all about money, Gettin major paid, Stack your cheese in all different ways, Tote your strap and keep your khakis creased, Yeah ni**a, you a thug like me? [Verse 2 - D-tay] They call me D-tays up Get em up put the aks on, Let em know we dont play sir, Anybody in the way gets sprayed brah, Anybody in the way gets sprayed brah, Wanna play rough? Yall cats wanna play tough Tay wanna spray stuff, erase stuff Niggas wanna start sh*t with they gun then run, Tay dont wanna chase ya, Bullets wait ta, replace ya, Hit em with the shells of the 45, Make em all duck, with the four-five buck, Put em all up, Got 2 so we got you but we dont give a f**k, Seals comin gunnin out the cut, Spittin at you cats, Spittin 50 rounds like im spittin on a track, Yall niggas know that you cant hold that, Ima spit the gat till the gat click-clat, Then chit chat, Niggas gun learn that you beef with this here this heat gone burn, Ima show ya cats how to bus yall guns, Hit a ni**a up and leave his a** left numb, Dont play with me, You know i spray the heat, The A.K. gun niggas down fatefully, You think expectfully, just wait and see, Young buck and d-tay ni**a ready to g, If it pays to be, the boss in the cause, My gun so big gotta limp when i walk, Dont talk the talk 'cause T.I.P. we comin, First go about money [Chorus x2] [Verse 3 - Young Buck] Its all bout thuggin, Gettin paid and sh*t, You either slang the d**e or hit major licks, Thats why all my niggas be sevin bricks, Yall gunna see what we workin with, Not me baby doll, I aint hurtin for sh*t, G.S. 400 with a leather kit, Oh you dont wanna holla? Well whatever b**ch, Dont say sh*t when the bezzle flip, See a ni**a tote straps for the hell of it, I aint givin a f**k about jealous sh*t, And I dont smoke w**d for the smell of it, Just before I kill, I inhale the sh*t, You cant trail me b**ch I be in 50 states, Paranoid, with about 50 cakes, Once a ni**a find out its all heart no shake, Thats when i infest the place, Im thugged out, Up in the drug house, Got it all-from the beer to a quarter ounce, We da real a** niggas, all work no slouch, Can i get that there? all that count, All they amount, But when it go down and a ni**a make all ya say all that out, What you gunna do ni**a what you about, Either ride or die, when im raised in the south, Love the block, when a ni**a wake up, I wash my face and then hug my glock, Brush my teeth and scream south side, Smoke a blunt and put on my socks, But it still dont stop, from dusk to dawn, A ni**a been out here on his own-livin day to day, See im only 17 but a ni**a out here just gains farm