[Intro: Birdman]
This here for the money homeboy
Money money money train nigga
It’s like we evolve till we fall, and we done fall till we evolve
And then we back and bounce back bitch
YEA
It’s real simple nigga
It’s just seein to be whats in you nigga
If you a hustla, you gonna get dough
And that’s how it goes
[Chorus: Birdman]
Them niggas talking bout it but they know we gangstas
Tommy guns, army guns quick to bang ya
Pull up at the club brand new fresh painted
Them hoes wanna ride hood rich n famous [x2]
[Verse 1: Starlito]
I gotta get this money, I gotta I just gotta
Not a little a lotta from rap, a rough rida
(Harlem)
I’m prolly out in the east getting it in on the loc since I’m a stunna I get em from ten
(yeaaa)
I just bought some new guns and got rid of some friends (fuck em)
I’m about my business I git it from Slim
I grind hard (grind haaard) ya cashville I’m gon swagga
Pimpin on the car Im gon mask up or bang up
Hustla, gangsta, old school Chevrolet
Custom painted (skerr) they love me in the hood
So I’m like fuck bein famous
You don’t wana live my life
Trust me I’m dangerous, I must keep a banga
(Yeeaaa)What can I say but when its on, its on
If we don’ call it off until everybody’s gone
Allstar homey, keep a hell of a price
Cash money still a army and I earn my stripes
This here for the money homeboy
Money money money train nigga
It’s like we evolve till we fall, and we done fall till we evolve
And then we back and bounce back bitch
YEA
It’s real simple nigga
It’s just seein to be whats in you nigga
If you a hustla, you gonna get dough
And that’s how it goes
[Chorus: Birdman]
Them niggas talking bout it but they know we gangstas
Tommy guns, army guns quick to bang ya
Pull up at the club brand new fresh painted
Them hoes wanna ride hood rich n famous [x2]
[Verse 1: Starlito]
I gotta get this money, I gotta I just gotta
Not a little a lotta from rap, a rough rida
(Harlem)
I’m prolly out in the east getting it in on the loc since I’m a stunna I get em from ten
(yeaaa)
I just bought some new guns and got rid of some friends (fuck em)
I’m about my business I git it from Slim
I grind hard (grind haaard) ya cashville I’m gon swagga
Pimpin on the car Im gon mask up or bang up
Hustla, gangsta, old school Chevrolet
Custom painted (skerr) they love me in the hood
So I’m like fuck bein famous
You don’t wana live my life
Trust me I’m dangerous, I must keep a banga
(Yeeaaa)What can I say but when its on, its on
If we don’ call it off until everybody’s gone
Allstar homey, keep a hell of a price
Cash money still a army and I earn my stripes
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