Key: C major•
Verse 1
You see me on them
24s fuckin tatted up
These suckas hate my guts
cause i whip that batter up
Im gettin money boy
Im gettin money boy
Im gettin money boy
Im gettin money boy
I keep a K or a sawed off in my hand
I keep my stacks wrapped
up in them rubber bands
Im gettin money boy
Im gettin money boy
Im gettin money boy
Im gettin money boy
Verse 2
I be gettin it big
Gotta do it fantastic
with fabulous lavoushness
Livin all around me
Eyes are kinda cloudy
600 dollas an O Z
The best trees in cali
Money in my pocket bitch
Wrapped in rubber bands n shit
Call me if ya got a problem get
me we can plan some shit
Grab the black mask n shit
Blacked up 4 bags n shit
Cock the 4 5 up towards the sky
and lets go mash a trick
Or we can do it old fassion and
classic and rent out a club
Bring Wyte and the six for the
muthafucka and let us tear it up
Either way we gon get the cheese
by doin what we know
Four five to yo eye or a crowded
Verse 3
money like bill collecters
I shine like wheel reflectors
You can talk all the trash you want ive
been sprayed with hater protector
I been bakin in there for breakfast
with steak as the appetizer
And Three Six Mafia just happens
to be my financial advisor
I whip black and lay back
pop Os and Rolls Royces
I done been up in a movie
bitch sequel to choices
I get calls from other movie
producers wanna use my music
And you better believe if i
let em i get paid for doin it
I be tokin on some killa kill
True and real togethers trill
Considerin im the token
whitey will i kill it? yes i will
Lil Wytes the name ya bitch
Put that in yo manuscript
Makin cheese and clockin grip
Im talkin thats as real as it gets
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