Drug Money

[Hook: Young Buck + Troy Ave ] These niggas must not be cooking no coke They ain't cooking they just frontin' you heard These bitches must be used to being broke Hand on the bible I'mma man of my word Well I got yayo for sale, I got kush for smoke I ain't said no shit, I'mma push the dope Money, hoes and clothes, I'm talking bout the good life So now you know what drug money look like [Verse 1: Young Buck] Miracle whip it, spreadin' the coke over the bread Keep the Dr. Dre knife with me to poke you in the head I let my white girl sniff it, it made her open up her legs My nigga Rudolph snowed it until it's nose turned red A damn shame, I'm the reason you can't find your vein If your daddy stealin' out your momma's purse, I'm to blame Tryna get that i8 but I gotta find the name I ain't got no credit, I just got cocaine I mean these niggas was like he's paying car notes Your wrist don't twist, that's the reason you are broke You playin' with the powder, you niggas is all jokes C'mon dog your never gonna meet Carlos I'm plug for real, I'm tryna feed ya'll coast I don't believe your pictures nigga or read ya'll post Your body language telling me you're broke And plus Obama bout to go I got my momma weighing up the dope [Hook:] [Verse 2: Troy Ave] Niggas know what drug money look like All my jewels shine, nigga I don't need good light All my bitches bad but my foreign a good type S-Class bands but my Porsche had the hood like That nigga rich, that nigga gets Money motherfucker, he started with selling bricks Well add a little extra, compress it to get the chips But he stay wise, still lays on his Vicks The boy hide his grits, the boy pot ain't grits Might use a microwave if I'm tryna do it quick Tryna clock the yay and the fork, that's water whipped And sit in on the paps, dry it, I lose a pinch But what the fuck is the point when you're dealing with joints boy Whole birds, covert with us, so no choice Chillin' in the jail, rappin' to my brazil I done chill (?) so people won't tell [Hook:] [Verse 3: 50 Cent] When I say I'm back for spot, I'm in the number one slot bitch Lights and the cubans that will fuck up your optics I'm raw like sushi, eat the pussy, you chop stick Niggas go wood, honey, I'm home in the hood There's no need to test, this pure coke go get it gone F&N in the palm, extendo in the jaw You say you bout that bullshit, well come and get what you want You niggas lookin' malnutritioned 100 knots in the yacht, skate across the Pacific Sposed to be out the loop, funny how I don't miss shit It's all addin' up, these niggas here on some sucker shit The type niggas when money come I ain't fuckin' with Now let's play, let's make a deal I'll show up with the money and tell you who to kill Now you say you get busy for real Put niggas in the church, I pay you with the work [Hook:]