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This one's fo the money
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Verse 1
We ridin raw '97 Suburban's wit the chrome kit
every nigga on trigga ready to dome split
got a million
but still ain't satisfied
gold thangs on every old school that we ride
got keys
so many g's
bitches on they knees dyin to get wit these
if a bitch ain't about her money man I can't fuck wit that
got to be down to run the street sellin that pussy or move some yak
ask yo folks bitch like 40 I'm so serious about my scratch
livin like a straight hustla b pass the weed, man fuck a batch
from Vallejo to Sac
pushin new Lacs an '96 Ac's
we roll strapped, lounge wit the money from the game of crack
some million dolla macks gettin taxed for the crack sack
from 'ol skool seven-deuce Chevy's an glass packs
representin to the fullest, the west-side of the map
where we roll strapped wit black ridas stuck in the mack
ridas.
*(Chrous- C-Bo)*
I was born in hell juss to be a rida
wit lo-lo's an 4-4's an mo hoes fo the ridas
keep my pants saggin stay strapped wit the magnum ridas
desperado outlaws do the dirt
Verse 2
I got bitches like the mack, out to get my scratch
pushin the '9-7 Lac, movin keys of yak
an ain't a damn thang changed about the dope game
but the bitches size the money an the price of the caine
from ruby 13-5's is how we get it
cracked out, the metro packs saran wrapped an get it
if it's money then a nigga, gots to get it
hit it an quit it, but I ain't wit it less it's worth a mill ticket
I'm a savage
about my cabbage
I gots to have it