If You Want This Money

You are now entering a Bad Boy zone

You are now entering a Bad Boy zone

You are now entering a Bad Boy zone

Yeah

This is for the niggas who ain't got shit to love

I cripple thugs just because

You not Jada but you could kiss this slug

And see your face hit up

Wack niggas in the studio wasting bucks

They're better off making sure Papi know your name well

Guess who ghostwrite for me? My brain cells

Non-believers better play chess

Bad Boy, big things, nigga, H.F

I put it down for mine

My crew live a life of crime

Constantly non-stop when they on the grind

In BK, no such thing as dark

The sun go down, the tools start to spark

Outline and chart, moms rip apart

Cases handled in the street, motherfuck the court

Shouldn't talk the talk if you can't walk the walk

It's the hood fellas, what the fuck y'all thought?

Now if you want this money, baby

Then I guess you're in the right place

And if your mind ain't right, sugar

Then you need to get up out of my face

So what's the deal?

Can't you see how a nigga feel?

And let me know if you gon' ride or not

'Cause it's paper we making, it's real, all day

Yo, it's like that, y'all (That, y'all)

Don't get it twisted with the rap, y'all (Rap, y'all)

Still walk around with the gat, y'all (Gat, y'all)

Don't make me have to point it at y'all (At y'all)

And clap y'all (Clap y'all)

That's how I keep things going

Chain showing, rings glowing, Range Roving

And my niggas push keys like Beethoven

It's cold shade like that, nigga, gate open

Ayo, let's get it where it needs to be

You're tuned in to the P to D, please believe

I told y'all it's on for life

The only bars I'll ever be behind is the ones I co-write

Hold it down, hold the crown

What I gotta brag for? Y'all should know by now

The cats talk this and that, so we rip the track

This a fact, it's a wrap, uh

Now if you want this money, baby

Then I guess you're in the right place

And if your mind ain't right, sugar

Then you need to get up out of my face

So what's the deal?

Can't you see how a nigga feel?

And let me know if you gon' ride or not

'Cause it's paper we making, it's real, all day

Niggas mad at the fact we back (Say what?)

Man, I won't stop like a New York taxi cab

If your shit wack, we burn (We burn)

If you got beef, we come back like a tax return (Let's go)

We get money, hold money, no quotas

We gon' fuck around and do this murder, no motive

Ayo, I burn more

Wait 'til I drop it, then you can learn more

'Cause you a turn more

Blood in my veins, about enough to numb in the brain

Love in the brain, let it slob 'til it's coming to rain

Strolling the block, honey holding the Glock

One-nine, come on, baby, it's crunch time

In the truck blue, yelling my "fuck you"s

Doing the buck too, circle hoods like duck goose

Hugging the beat, Simmons the word on the street

Come on, I could make dessert out of beef

Now if you want this money, baby

Then I guess you're in the right place

And if your mind ain't right, sugar

Then you need to get up out of my face

So what's the deal?

Can't you see how a nigga feel?

And let me know if you gon' ride or not

'Cause it's paper we making, it's real, all day

Now if you want this money, baby

Then I guess you're in the right place

And if your mind ain't right, sugar

Then you need to get up out of my face

So what's the deal?

Can't you see how a nigga feel?

And let me know if you gon' ride or not

'Cause it's paper we making, it's real, all day

Guess you're in the right place

If your mind ain't right, sugar

Ow, what's the deal?

How a nigga feel?

Oh yeah

Now if you want this money, baby (Come on)

Then I guess you're in the right place (Come on)

And if your mind ain't right, sugar

Then you need to get up out of my face

So what's the deal? (What's the deal?)

Can't you see how a nigga feel? (How a nigga feel?)

And let me know if you gon' ride or not