Bout My Money E-40 & Too $hort (Ft. Jeremih & Turf Talk)

[Intro]
Rick Rock beats

[Verse 1: E40]
Fetti focused, I'm focused on my fetti mayne
I don't think these suckers really understand
There's enough money out there for all of us to have
But suckers don't wanna see other brothers get cash
I'm from the mud, Halloween mask and surgical gloves
Where there's more hate than love, where clients plot on their plug
Turn on their own flesh and blood, do em dirty just like a rug...
Hard looks and mugs, bandannas and grudge
Five point five sixes and fifty caliber slugs
Half of these bitches will get you killed at the club
But you dodge for push ups or you can you pay me in bud
Or some booger sugar better bet I get it off I'm a thug
She got a big butt (big butt)
Some high heels (high heels)
I pull up in the house, on wheels
I got a couple zaps of some good kill
She like the way I rap she know that I'm for real (BIIAATCH)

[Chorus: E-40]
Bout my money, bout my money
Bout my money, bout my money
Bout my money, bout my money
Bout my money, bout my money
Bout my money, bout my money
Bout my money, bout my money
Bout my money, bout my money
Bout my money, bout my money