Make Money

I guess it's on again 'cause [?]

Niggas that used to win, now they losin' sleep again

It's the main attraction, fuckin' call me Monkey Jackson

Swingin' through the hood like "ee ee" [?] crackin'

I got a [?] truck full of [?]

Better run back to the hood, tell 'em to fatten your sack up

White, red, brown, or black-a, I treat ya like crackas

If you hate me then I hate back, don't be fuckin' my mack up

As a matter of fact-a, motherfucker, stop speakin'

My motherfuckin' name out your mouth

You'll catch you a beatin', nigga

I do it to death, fool, I'm leavin' you bleeding

Leavin' your family and [?] screamin' and grievin'

Think I'm playin', keep playin', nigga, you fuckin' with bangers

Ain't no imposters [?] you fuckin' with gangstas

You fuckin' with niggas [?] in alleys and basements

So have my monеy when I come, bitch, don't make mе chase it

Make money money, make money money money

'Cause ain't shit funny

And when it's on, take money, take money money money

That's how we thuggin'

Drug money (Drug money), street money (Street money)

Clean money (Clean money), love money (Love money), hate money

As long as it ain't late money

'Cause late money might find you in a lake, dummy[Verse 2: Gangsta Lu]

No [?]

Gangsta Lu fuckin' hustler 'til they come and get me

Look, I try to shut it down so I can stack a pound

So I can keep my motherfuckin' feet on the solid ground

Euro to euro, and dollar to dollar

[?] nigga, now I'm poppin' my collar

Brushin' dirt off my shoulders like [?]

Eatin' shrimps with pimps, ballers, gangstas, and rollers

These bitches can't seem to keep their panties on

I'm hittin' hunnies from they back when they men ain't home

Call me Gangsta Lu or call me Gangsta Louis

[?] shitty diapers on these niggas like they baby [?]

Nigga [?] got a cousin named Gino

Make money money, make money money money

'Cause ain't shit funny

And when it's on, take money, take money money money

That's how we thuggin'

Drug money (Drug money), street money (Street money)

Clean money (Clean money), love money (Love money), hate money

As long as it ain't late money

'Cause late money might find you in a lake, dummy[Verse 3]

They say everything has a price tag, and it might have

But for now, niggas better bring a ice bag

Cross my path, and we gonna have a fight class

So gauge the distance from my fist to where your eye at, biatch

Coolio in the flesh, of course I'm fresh

Of course I'm [?] Remington and Smith & Wess'

And when it's time to pay me, you better have my fetti

I smoke your block and make it hotter than [?]

My name ain't 50 Cent, but I got penny sense

Backslap your ass with the force of fifty pimps

I walk the block with a Glock like I got fifty limps

I kiss their [?] like I got fifty lips

I got stamina, I'm strong like fifty dicks

I made her scream, bitch [?] fifty inch

Now she know what to do, she go and get her crew

And go and get some cheese and being it back to Cool

Make money money, make money money money

Make money money, make money money money

Make money money, make money money money

'Cause ain't shit funny

And when it's on, take money, take money money money

That's how we thuggin'

Drug money, street money

Clean money, love money, hate money

As long as it ain't late money

'Cause late money might find you in a lake, dummy[Outro]

Make money money, make money money money

Make money money, make money money money