My Money Straight (feat. Guce & Black-C)

What's happenin' y'all this E-40 mayne

I had to bring back that old school mob sound

I had to go get my partna Black C and my nigga Guce

Yumtombout, nigga our money is straight, nuggah

Beotch!

Please hold up me for one reason

Whole bunch of ice I'm freezing

And oh yeah, I'm E

So please don't worry bout me

Uhh, I'm breaking down a quarter pound on a dude who play with a Gillette razor blade

With a bucket of battery acid to throw my candy in case the po-po ray

I be beastin and I be savagin' and I be mobbin'

Any bitch nigga that got a problem I'm molly whomp

Hoes be giving me all kinds of kisses and hugges

But they don't really wanna fuck me they wanna fuck my cousins

I be thuggin' it to the fullest mayne I push

Be all up in the courthouse smelling like Kush

Hiding in the fire truck latter mane I be gone

Every day by myself I smoke at least a half a zone

Finger on the chrome, letting it be known

Throwed in the dome, wanna know what's wrong

I ain't never play to lose I play to win

If it's money being generated then I want in

My stacks won't fold it won't bend

Brought a one room apartment (for what) just to keep my money in (beotch)

Oh yeah, my money straight

You can ask them bad bitches in my court until 8

Looking like they can't wait to put it in they face

If she ain't down with it then we plan a limit date

Plus I represent this Bay, so I gotta keep it res-ial

I'm gone off a pis-ial so fuck how they fis-ial

A hundred dollar biz-ials I'm ballin' on you suckers

Ridin' round top down if a player feeling smothered

We customs made 4's on the whip, Bentley holes sitting nice

The paint look blue but it's green in the light

We goin call that a sprite rocking D-boy ice

My D-boy swag I'm from that D-boy life

Black Ceaser be the name Black C is what they call me

R.B.O. the camp hundreds point be the army

Yeah ya boy ballin sumthing like Spalding

And it's only bad bitches that a real nigga call me

Purple in my cup looking like I'm playing posses

You can still get it with this chopper or the shotgun

My money straight off the rose and the Vodka

Errday we celebrate like I won an Oscar

Gangsta, from the city of choppers and body bags

We ride shit that move fast like it crawl that

We keep them toys all year like Toys-R-Us

You like a nigga that can't play bo's and dump truck

[Laughs] I'm threw what they created ghetto broads

A trauma water cause ya trauma boy and still on call

I'm balling like the Phoenix Suns, playing zone

And make these bitches run for it, Marion Jones

Finger fuckin' the trigger like pussy when I felt the

You wanna beef I touch ya hat broker helper

When I'm on ya line can't nobody help ya

Empty ass nigga not a leg that a felt up