My Money Straight E-40 (Ft. Black C, Guce & Larry June)

[Intro: E-40]
What's happenin' y'all this E-40 mayne
I had to bring back that old school mob sound
I had to go get my partna Black C and my nigga Guce
Yumtombout, nigga our money is straight, nuggah
Beotch!

[Chorus: Larry June]
Please hold up me for one reason
My money straight
Whole bunch of ice I'm freezing
My money straight
And oh yeah, I'm E
My money straight
So please don't worry bout me
My money straight

[Verse 1: E-40]
Uhh, I'm breaking down a quarter pound on a dude who play with a Gillette razor blade
With a bucket of battery acid to throw my candy incase the po-po ray
I be beastin and I be savagin' and I be mobbin'
Any bitch nigga that got a problem I'm molly whomp
Hoes be giving me all kinds of kisses and hugges
But they don't really wanna fuck me they wanna fuck my cutlass
I be thuggin' it to the fullest mayne I push
Be all up in the courthouse smelling like Kush
Hiding in the fire truck latter mane I be gone
Every day by myself I smoke at least a half a zone
Finger on the chrome, letting it be known
Throwed in the dome, wanna know what's wrong
I ain't never play to lose I play to win
If it's money being generated then I want in
My stacks won't fold it won't bend
Brought a one room apartment (for what) just to keep my money in (beotch)