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​All About Money

This song is by Young Buck and appears on the album T.I.P. (2005).

(Young Buck)
You a thug like me

You can catch me green stick it up,
Dick it up,
Cut a nigga shit over 50 bucks,
Need work on the low nigga hit me up,
Never quick enough after pickin' up,
Feds on a nigga block ridiculous,
'Cause the game done brought all our shit 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 I'm from 20 gone by the end of the month,
I get drunk smoke the weed to the end of the blunt,
Make sure 10 shells done been in the pump,
If its on-first draw that's a nigga 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 I'm sendin 'em up

It's all about money,
Gettin' major paid,
Stack your cheese in all different ways,
Tote your strap and keep your khakis creased,
Yeah nigga, 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 don't play sir,
Anybody in the way gets sprayed brah,
Anybody in the way gets sprayed brah,
Wanna play rough?
Y'all cats wanna play tough
Tay wanna spray stuff, erase stuff
Niggas wanna start shit with they gun then run,
Tay don't 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 don't give a fuck,
Seals comin' gunnin out the cut,
Spittin' at you cats,
Spittin' 50 rounds like I'm spittin' on a track,
Y'all niggas know that you can't 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 y'all guns,
Hit a nigga up and leave his ass left numb,
Don't 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 nigga ready to g,
If it pays to be, the boss in the cause,
My gun so big gotta limp when I walk,
Don't talk the talk 'cause T.I.P. we comin',
First go about money

(Verse 3 - Young Buck)
It's all bout thuggin',
Gettin' paid and shit,
You either slang the dope or hit major licks,
That's why all my niggas be sevin bricks,
Y'all gunna see what we workin with,
Not me baby doll,
I ain't hurtin' for shit,
G.S. 400 with a leather kit,
Oh you don't wanna holla?
Well whatever bitch,
Don't say shit when the bezzle flip,
See a nigga tote straps for the hell of it,
I ain't givin' a fuck about jealous shit,
And I don't smoke weed for the smell of it,
Just before I kill, I inhale the shit,
You can't trail me bitch I be in 50 states,
Paranoid, with about 50 cakes,
Once a nigga find out it's all heart no shake,
That's when I infest the place,
I'm thugged out,
Up in the drug house,
Got it all-from the beer to a quarter ounce,
We da real ass niggas, all work no slouch,
Can I get that there? all that count,
All they amount,
But when it go down and a nigga make all ya say all that out,
What you gunna do nigga what you about,
Either ride or die, when I'm raised in the south,
Love the block, when a nigga 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 don't stop, from dusk to dawn,
A nigga been out here on his own-livin' day to day,
See I'm only 17 but a nigga out here just gains farm