Bout My Money

[Intro] I'm all about my money You know it I'm all about my money [Verse 1] Gotta make it, communities dressed & gated Get investigated We just engaging for jets to Vegas Headed to the bank Either checking and savings Just when you thought my success was getting famous, bitch I'm all about my money Just think all of this gold started as goals On the road caught in the cold to put something hot on the stove Warm up the load Load'll put something on em on low My DNA lead the way to the bank that harvest the clones Hard to be chose in a world that's judgmental No love, went through the options, was scarce: some menu But some men do what they gotta, watch him gon' fuck with you The sign of the dollar: that one symbol makes trust simple Life is a bitch, and the average brother don't love her I told sisters- either baby mama or married mother I carry the wonders and the attitude of a hustler I let you relish in thoughts 'til you catch up to what I muster You must a been somewhere other than this country's just a come-up The world is covered in colors but everyone loves the green Young teen on the drug scene that run things I touch your soul until I leave prints What's up, King! [Hook] I'm heading to bank so you know I'm feeling fine Get your own paper, don't worry 'bout mine If you see me on the block then that mean I'm on my grind The only sign I'm throwing up, niggas, dollar signs 'cos I'm all about my money Yeah, and I don't care what you haters gotta say I'm 'bout my money And I don't care what you bitches gotta say I'm 'bout my money [Interlude: Smack White] It's not about the big names no more because a lot of the big names that Actually perform on the stage ain't delivering the quality battles and the Quality, you know, performance that we looking for. You got dudes that's choke in the first round. They looking at this like is this the pay date? [Verse 2] Another classic for under-class men and lowered passion What I produce in the booth when in front of glass, ain't no Underpasses to run it past us Someone's asking about Summer Madness I told em these questions you Come at Smack with Smack him and ask him "why wouldn't the fuck would he double backwards?" Lux is a master how can a hollow fill in the gap when Punch him, attacking rappers before Puffy was in the rafters Busta gon' feel the rapture. The glass splash off the chapters Imagine me 'round them clothes racks I'm the reason battle rap niggas can close racks. Where the cold at? You know I love the art But will the art love me back and who I got in my heart A father got to do his part Been true from the start But soldier I told em I'm gon' march It was him, Chico and Beasley came to see me, That was March First one off the strength just to show him the strength Wow, you want a mile off an inch [Hook]