Tytuł: All about money

• Wykonawca: Juvenile
• Wyświetleń: 220

  
   [talking:Juvenile]
  Aww shit!, this one of them Juvenile
  In-Ya-Ass productions hot, hot
  shit on the press nigga
  
  [Verse 1:Juvenile]
  I know I'm hard to adapt to when I grab you
  don't make me mad I will slap you if I have to
  I ain't looking for marriage don't wanna be embarresed
  all I want is a bag, full of green cabbage
  they know its happenin you can tell how I dress
  throwbacks everyday like somethin brown on the chest
  if I got enemies them cats be thuggin not sayin nothing
  me and my niggas'll pull it and buck it
  and when my song play in the club I'm grabbin on ass
  hope my ole lady don't find out cause I'm doing her bad
  hey baby slide me ya number I might be on lean
  later on if you just chillin I'm a make that swing
  I bring shit to the table when I come of course
  could be the reason while most these bitches done divorced
  he never had time and wasn't treatin her right
  he runnin with the click so she with me tonight
  
  [Chorus repeat 2x]
  Do you think its all about money
  is that the only reason that you want me
  just put your name and ya number on a napkin
  and later we can find out whats happenin
  
  [Verse 2:Skip]
  Where that chick, need super head
  I need super head, I'm a super
  I need super duper head
  you bout to listen to what who said?
  ya partna, be calm, be cool I got ya
  just write ya number on a napkin
  we can get it crackin what I aint yo type?
  whats really happenin
  like its not been official
  don't miss the riddle money is definatly not the issue
  we can ball out like crawfish
  lay up all day and watch[???]
  tell your friends you gonna call them
  you tired been at work all day and you going in
  and we can do it like G
  roll me some weed, drop the top we gon' cruise on the scene
  so whassup you fuckin with me?
  its nothing to me, and some sex its something to see
  
  [Chorus repeat 2x]
  
  
  [Verse 3:Lil' Flip]
  I don't go to clubs unless they got a party there
  plus I got X's and O's in my cardier
  nigga I'm the shit I'm filthy rich
  my car like a jheri curl cause it come wit a kit
  I can front you a hit or drop you a brick
  and if you saw where I lived you'd probably shit
  enough about me well lets talk about my click
  and rule one is never get into it over a bitch
  but that's how it go its all about makin mo dough
  sellin mo records, and blowin mo dro'
  throwback jerseys and iced out chains
  my piece so rocked up niggas think I'm on caine
  but I only sip drank and I use to flip birds
  now I'm 21, 22 rippin curbs
  and if you got some hoes nigga bring e'm in
  cause Flip and Juvie fuck e'm all like Wilt Chamberliegn
  
  [Chorus till end]