[Intro: Russ]
Tell you how
Tell you how to do it
I tell you how to do it
Yeah

[Verse 1: Russ]
Ok, your boy's a frequent flyer now
Gettin' a little bit of money so I might be looking flyer now
Quite down, Russ is talkin', I mean Russ is chompin'
You catch fleas when you lay with bitches way too often
I just dog 'em, keep it movin'
Flippin' thoughts into fruition
I just sold out shows in Europe with no label, no booking agent
No manager, no publicist
Just me, myself, and all my visions
And self belief and passion and a little persistence
I know some people that know some people
That can get you fucked up if you don't keep your distance
So homie keep your distance
I got my kin wit' me, kinkle me
Pretty bitches that sing for me
Alley-oop me the coochie
And then I'm dunkin' like Timothy, ah

[Chorus: Bugus]
N***as ain't gettin' no money
N***as ain't gettin' no dough
Wouldn't know when I'm countin' my money
Wouldn't know if a n***a went broke
[Verse 2: Russ & Bugus]
When I cop the mansion, I cop a gun for every room
'Cause I know n***as campin'
And you won't catch me lampin'
Whole crew on some Ugo
Boss up, say what?
Talk up (Talk up)
Birds tend to flock when I walk up
Here's my toast, I'm tryna' get bread
Get a loaf for my squad divvy up
That's the pledge of allegiance
Unspoken agreements, if you ain't in tune, you won't peep it
Mufasa, mufasa, mufasa
All y'all sheep skin, gettin' eaten
Prayin' to Jesus, hopin' that he saves y'all
Y'all better save yourselves motherfuckers

[Chorus: Bugus]
N***as ain't gettin' no money
N***as ain't gettin' no dough
Wouldn't know when I'm countin' my money
Wouldn't know if a n***a went broke
N***as ain't gettin' no money
N***as ain't gettin' no dough
Wouldn't know when I'm countin' my money
Wouldn't know if a n***a went broke