Money To Make

[Verse 1: Rick Ross] My niggas one hunnit, my corner one hunnit The car cost a hunnit, the trunk hold a hunnit Just smoking my ganja, this joint cost a hunnit The nights cost a hunnit, the ice in abundance Now I'm fucking with H, [?] taking no [?] We scoring the points, we the makers [?] Scheduled to testify, never made it to court I sprinkle pesticide, set a trap when you walk You can't be talking live when you walking in the house Fuck what you talking bout, bitch you walking in and out Ain't whipping no ounce, ain't touching no ounce If you fuck with an ounce, get the fuck out the house Cause this only square, when you come in here So far you squares, let me make it clear Let me give you straight, I'm a fish in the take Not the fish in the tank I got money to make [Hook: Rick Ross] My niggas 100, my corner 100 The car cost 100, the trunk hold 100 Just smoking my ganja, this joint cost 100 The nights cost 100, the ice in abundance My niggas 100, my corner 100 The car cost 100, the trunk hold 100 Just smoking my ganja, this joint cost 100 The nights cost 100, the ice in abundance [Verse 2: Birdman] Real nigga in the building, where the work at That new all [?] fitted, that's my work hat My niggas got that h purple white and [?] And they shoot off one leg [?] like dirt Life thug, life thug, bitch I'm feeling like Pac When I'm riding up the block Bout to release the 50 shots, off top Your bitch [?] get your [?] Your family, they gonna miss you They gonna find you in [?] Bury that boy with tissue Since he was a cry baby, [?] over the casket Asking lord why baby See I live in a world where they mistreat black babies And in a hood that crank babies Who up just to [?] babies Bitch I'm from the [?] you can't come where I'm from Got a drum on a [?] ra pa pa pam pam pam Boy I ain't no fronter, it's Ross Mack and stunner I put 50 on 50, that's why they call me 100 [Hook] [Verse 3: Mack Maine]Birdman[?] fucking with me, popping bottles throwing money Niggas giving headshots, bitch no running Them hundreds came fast, bitches came quicker Wet candy paint sticky moving start dipping We ran through the trenches, jumping over fences Got it out the field, now my homies doing digits Shinning on these bitches, after hour count tickets God is on my G's, now we on another mission We focus on another [?] another [?] Another bird full of itch, nigga coming like that Slap back at it, dipping while we dropping Gun while we count, hundred G's in my pocket [Hook]