Thug Money Yukmouth (Ft. Kool G Rap)

[ Chorus ]
I don't give a fuck what y'all haters do, I'ma get thug money
Hustler now, there with my crew, ain't nothin like thug money
First of the month, fiends' checks is due, gotta get thug money
Hustler now, there with my crew, ain't nothin like thug money

[ VERSE 1: Yukmouth ]
Thug niggas drink bottles of XO and Christie
Fuck whiskey long as chicks be givin me headshots like Lewinsky
My click be extra tipsy, thuggin in a 4.6 v
Three TV's, DVD's and PlayStation, who's fuckin with me?
Personally, you gotta be gold, platinum, pimpin or either hustlin ki's
To even be puffin my weed
Fuckin with me is gettin hauled, tied, stuffed in a tree
With dynamite stuck to your feet
It's rough in the street, muthafuckas get touched in the street
I got these faggot rappers clutchin they heat
Cause ain't no discussin a beef
Actions speaks louder than words
Recipes for niggas secret ????
Niggas get served with the Mossberg
'Sawed-off shotgun, hand on the pump'
Leavin muthafuckas slump
Niggas get dumped like blunt ashes
I got these faggots takin thug classes
Smokin hash and gettin they ass tatted
Got the padded calabasses, right next to Dre
My niggas came a long way from bein on section 8
While featherweights hesitate my money escalate
Make moves in every state, got 20's on the Escalade
I smoke everyday, drink Louis XIII
More platinum teeth than platinum jewerly, enough to hurt me
My Iceberg dreams, rock brim hats and Moschino
I'm like Nino plus shoot craps and hit Casinos
10 g's in chips tryin to break shit up
My necklace stay lit up, my Rolex stay chipped up
My vehicle's rimmed up, drink Christie till I'm pissy drunk with hicups
I used to dump on niggas, hit stick-up's
So many bricks got cooked up, ghetto pusher fuckin ghetto sisters
Now I eats models out their pedal pushers
For my thug niggas hustlin crack
Yukmouth, Kool G Rap - what's fuckin with that?
Holler back, bitch