Money A Do It

[Verse 1] I will come creeping through your hood with that gun on my waist Tell me what's the procedure when that gun in your face We didn't come for no talkin we just out here gettin' money Out here fucking these hoes my youngins servin' them junkies I got partners that smoke, I got bitches that sniff I got killers and goons, and they all with the shit Send them boys to your home, if you play with my chips They gon' come in shoot them choppas bullet shoot through them bricks Come in shoot up your house, come and spray up your whip I need money my nigga, save them games for your bitch Catch you out on the town, then you shit outta luck I don't play in Milwaukee, but I been bout my buck, hold up [Hook x2] I see ya got some haters, yeah money a do it Shawty do some stands for some change, yeah a money do it If I want a nigga dead, yeah money a do it If I want it I'ma get it, I got money to do it [Verse 2] Take your bitch home then I'm all up in that pussy Old school pimpin' she ain't fuckin' with no rookie Juicy J be cooler than a fan on a ho Watch me take her out the club, and drop some bands on that ho (bandz a make her dance) Buy that bitch a bag, buy that bitch some beans I keep her caked up nigga that's a happy meal Full of codeine in my Styrofoam cup I can turn a church girl into a stone cold slut Bad red bone, puttin' on the show No I'm not gon' wife her cuz she errbody ho Fuckin' with them broke niggas, so what is she thinkin'? Need to get your mind right, bitch, and come get these Franklins [Hook] [Verse 3] Fuck niggas don't want to go to war Got a AK and a snub nose Shut em up, he talkin' shit With a ski mask on, and I'm poppin' shit Kick in the door, and I leave em dead With a aim so precise, two shots to the head One for the money, two for the feds Lord forgive, but I mean what I said All in your house, and I'm looking for a dope Cuz I got to get paid or else no hope And Juicy J throw with some killas on the boat Best believe I'm a pimp, nigga ain't goin broke Ride in the car with a body in the trunk Three niggas deep, and we rollin' up a blunt Straight to Mississippi, sweatin' off a pilly Crazy as hell, you niggas gotta kill me You niggas don't, wanna die, chest out, and they acting hard Calico, and a 45, hollow tips, that pull apart Keep it G, my G Or you could meet your makers, body count stackin' I was in Jamaica, with alabis I be flyin' by bitin' down I'm flying high Hatin' ass niggas gotta die If they mad then I'ma let them try I could kick a door, or I could snatch a nigga My niggas ridin' with me, and they yellin' let's crack a nigga North Memphis fool strapped up with a tool Police pulled me over I'ma play it cool I ain't going to jail (no sir) I shoot and I run, that's how a nigga post bail