[Intro: Rodney Ellis]
Hoo…hey, listen baby, oh no no, oh
Hey, listen baby, hoo...

[Verse 1: MJG]
MJ-fucking-G and I'll still be a fucking victim
Stick them, things into the air and then I pick them
Punks who, thought that they could catch me on the creep tip
Three slip, quickly when I unloaded my .9 clip
As I tip slowly to my muh-fuckin' Lexus
Next it's trouble for a n***a down in Texas
Check this: police pull me over on the highway
Why they, jack me up, I don't know, so I act and I stay
Heartless toward the motherfuckin' system
Get them devils out the office then I trick them
Suckas, crackers musta thought I was a cookie, rookie
Cop got dropped when he took the notion
That he could fuck with me, it was a dream
A pump or, somethin' in his hand made him run up, sun up
A Klansmember really got me fucked up, plus us
Black folks ain't goin' for that stuff, n***a, so what you sayin'

[Chorus: Rodney Ellis]
Money (Ho, so much money) and bitches (And bitches, baby)
Candy paint (Candy paint) and switches (And switches)
Top let down, and I'm sky high (And I'm sky high, baby)
So what'cha sayin', n***a? I'ma get by
[Verse 2: 8Ball]
Hell yeah, a real n***a, straight from the streets of the Mound
With nappy hair and gold teeth shining under my crown
And I must pack the fat bud sack
And my gat for the n***as who don't know how to act
Fuck that, gotta be a rebel in the 9-4
Hell is waiting for me, but I refuse to go
Cops try to treat me just like Rodney
Pull a n***a over but they did not see the Uzi
What must I do, should I blast on the 5-O?
Then I'll be another black man on death row
Sitting in my cell asking God for forgiveness
God will forgive me, but crackers won't forgive this
Black n***a taught to kill by the white man
Television got me wantin' to live like the white man
So I take a look around my neighborhood
Liquor stores and pawn shops covering every fucking block

[Chorus: Rodney Ellis]
Money (Ho, so much money) and bitches
Candy paint (Love my paint job) and switches
Top let down, and I'm sky high (So high, so high)
So what'cha sayin', n***a? I'ma get by

[Verse 3: MJG]
Guess I'm a thug with the mind of a pimp plus the heart of a hustler
Trust a, dollar and my mama, fuck a busta
Must a, sucka get noid in my presence
Hell yeah, bitch, I got the thug type of essence
Plus I, underestimate just how I rough I
Can hit when I'm mixed up in all type of shit
I'm a community outcast, and I'm causing lots of trouble
So call them fuckin' folks on the double
But a couple of badge-wearing bitches ain't gon' stop me
Drop the, bombs on your motherfuckin' ass when I pop the
Pins out these 20-inch grenades
And spray, your ass in the past when you play
Yourself tryna level with a giant, a chiefer
Constantly chiefin' hay a.k.a. potent reefer
Teach a, older bitch a newer trick and keep a
Hustle on my mind all the time, n***a, so what you sayin'
[Chorus: Rodney Ellis]
Money (Money, baby) and bitches (Oh, and bitches)
Candy paint (Candy paint) and switches (Oh, and switches)
Top let down, and I'm sky high (So high, so high)
So what'cha sayin', n***a? I'ma get by (Get by, baby)

[Verse 4: 8Ball]
8Ball and MJG on this funky funky rec
Mark ass n***as get checked when they disrespect
Pimpin' at its finest from the heart of Memphis, Tennessee
Busta motherfuckers need to open their eyes and look at the
World as I see it, but to me, a n***a never will
Comprehend through the message that I send, which is real
N***as like me from the M-O-U-N-D
We just smoke and try to meditate, avoiding those who player hate
Real n***as have to carry gas when it's necessary
Players haters planning to jack me, I'll have to wet ya
Bet ya, rappers who be talking all that tough shit
Front them hoes like men and watch 'em fold like a punk bitch
Weak ass n***as get raised in the studio
Fuckin' around with me, I'm tryna put you in a grave, hoe
Pray no n***a wants to this step mack pimp in this
The South Click, so what you sayin', bitch?

[Chorus: Rodney Ellis]
Money (Money, money, money) and bitches (Oh, and bitches)
Candy paint (Oh, I love my paint job) and switches (Oh, and switches)
Top let down, and I'm sky high (So high, so high)
So what'cha sayin', n***a? I'ma get by (I'ma get by)
[Outro: Rodney Ellis]
Oh, I've got so much money
Hey, baby