I'm Bout Money (feat. Blazed)

I'm bout money, bitch, I'm bout money

I'm bout money, bitch, I'm bout money

Bitch, I'm, bitch, I'm bout money

I'm on a chase for that paper

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Bitch, I'm, bitch, I'm bout money

I'm on a chase for that paper

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Bitch, I'm, bitch, I'm bout money

I'm on a chase for that paper

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Bitch I'm, bitch, I'm bout money

I'm on a chase for that paper

I'm bout money it's M.O.B

Benz, Grants, that's all I see

Brown paper bag, pass that to me

Grab that duffel bag out the backseat

Die for the cheddar I carry that Ilama

Stack it in the winter so I shine for the summer

Yeah, what you really know bout that?

I come like sell bring a little back

You wanna build a stack?

****, what's that?

At least stack ten so I can get a good pack

I get gwop, understand that

I'm way in the front, y'all way in the back

Gimme my keys you not valet

My Maserati, your Chevrolet

Haters can't stop me I'm on my shit

I love guap, baby, that's my bitch and

I always give back to the hood, ****

When I roll through they say Baby D's a good ****

Feelin' good, ****, lookin' good, ****

Put your knot in the air if you're a money go-getter

Raw, I'm up on haters

Black stone, black chain, I'm paper

Hell nah, not me, player, call

Me if you bout that paper

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I'm on a chase for that paper

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I'm on a chase for that paper

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I'm on a chase for that paper

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Bitch, I'm, bitch, I'm bout money

I'm on a chase for that paper

If you bout money, we bout money

Throw it in the air, make it rain hunnids

I get guap Monday through Sunday

Never sleep on me, never seen me comin'

Check my resume, ya boy top notch

Take it from the rainbow straight to the pot

Think I'm broke? Nope I'm not

Pants on my ankles, that's that guap

Then Omp sat down with Koch

Made them a promise we'll never ever flop

Came from a bottom straight to the top

****, ain't been the same since Pac

Look around this muthafucka a lotta **** shocked

While he out he take my spot

Down, a lotta **** left but I stayed down

Make you bow down **** gimme that crown

Never met a **** like me A-town

Fresh Gucci from my head to my feet

Ten toes, stuntin' on my Bunyan ya

I wonder how long you can keep them on ya

Funny, I see a **** laughin' but ain't shit funny

Straight to the bank I'm countin' my money

A-town's secret weapon, yep, I'm comin'

Big Oomp Records gotta keep that bumpin'

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I'm bout money, bitch, I'm bout money

Bitch, I'm, bitch, I'm bout money

I'm on a chase for that paper

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I'm bout money, bitch, I'm bout money

Bitch, I'm, bitch, I'm bout money

I'm on a chase for that paper

I'm bout money, bitch, I'm bout money

I'm bout money, bitch, I'm bout money

Bitch, I'm, bitch, I'm bout money

I'm on a chase for that paper

I'm bout money, bitch, I'm bout money

I'm bout money, bitch, I'm bout money

Bitch, I'm, bitch, I'm bout money

I'm on a chase for that paper