[Intro]
Let's see, what to do today?
Fuck that I'm goin to get my money
This one in a.. Thuggin memory
That thug n***a
Hollywood n***a
I did this one in that n***a name
Hollywood n***a, yall remember that mutha fuckin name
This bout that mutha fuckin money
N***A!!!!!!

[Verse 1]
A ki of cocaine will get a n***a killed
And a banana peel will get his whole hide flipped
He's bringin danger to the life of his home boy's
You can see the moon, but don't let him go alone boy
About my money, we gon' bump heads and it won't be long
So I got two choppers, one for the car, and one for the home
Got extra clips for when they all gone
Nextel, instead of these dial tones
And quarter game for these old tapped ass cell phones
And new back bone for my new trailer home
You ain't been outta jail long, but n***a you dead wrong
I'm bout my money, n***a you shouldn't a played wit it
You're goin to remember the day when this A.K hit ya
[Chorus]
I'm bout my money
No shit and ain't nothin funny
Don't start duckin and runnin when it go to gunnin bout my money
And sonny, don't be stuntin and lookin funny
When I ask about my mutha fuckin money
No shit and ain't nothin funny
Don't start duckin and runnin when it go to gunnin bout my money
And sonny, don't be stuntin and lookin funny
Have my mutha fuckin money

[Verse 2]
I read it in the Book of Thugs, Chapter A.K Verse 47
And it tells me all thug n***as go to heaven
But between the lines of verses 48 and 9
It speaks on thug n***a's, drug dealin and doin time
But verse 100, talks about my money
Say's its full of blood so off him if it's funny
But n***a I don't want to hold your gold
I just want to free your soul
And be seen somewhere in public when all this shit unfolds
I done gave ya two bricks, and you ain't gave me back shit
You riding 'round in your new bubble life
While my vert sit lookin sick
N***a I ain't here to cause no scene, I just want my cream
And you can keep your little watch and ring that go bling bling
[Chorus]
I'm 'bout my money
No shit and ain't nothin funny
Don't start duckin and runnin when it go to gunnin bout my money
And sonny, don't be stuntin and lookin funny
When I ask about my mutha fuckin money
No shit and ain't nothin funny
Don't start duckin and runnin when it go to gunnin bout my money
And sonny, don't be stuntin and lookin funny
Have my mutha fuckin money

[Verse 3]
Now all this huffin and puffin
Ain't goin to get you young fuck n***a's nothin
But a shit bag and bullet holes through your bloody clothes
Out of all the n***a's you mutha fuckin know
I should have been the last n***a you want to muthafuckin know
I'll meet ya at your front door, and im bringin my calico
N***a if u ain't got my flow yo ass gots to go
We'll get yo mammy dem I lay em all down on the front room floor
I'm 'bout to do em all cuz I done had problems out of y'all before
I'm bout my money, I came at it, and your son ain't have it
Now this n***a I owe is goin to be the next n***a to go
Cus I ain't got 20 G's, and I owe 'em 84
It ain't my muthafuckin fault, I'm short bout 64
This n***a ain't goin to fuck me no more, fuck I need him for
[Chorus]
I'm 'bout my money
No shit and ain't nothin funny
Don't start duckin and runnin when it go to gunnin bout my money
And sonny, don't be stuntin and lookin funny
When I ask about my mutha fuckin money
No shit and ain't nothin funny
Don't start duckin and runnin when it go to gunnin bout my money
And sonny, don't be stuntin and lookin funny
Have my mutha fuckin money