Lyrics

[Produced by L.E.S.] [Intro] Aight, check this shit out Y'all niggas gon' stay in the car, I'ma go and handle this shit (Aight, aight) Gimme ten minutes, If I don't come out, y'all come in The money stays in the car 'til I say so... (No doubt) Ayo, what up, what up (Ayo, what up, what up, man) Well, this is what y'all niggas is workin' wit' for 22 cents a gram? (Yeah, man, what you want for that thing?) [Verse] Man, when I come up in here, treat me like I'm fam I can go Uptown and get this shit 16 cents a gram Bottom line is, man, I gotta cop and go Got a spot and I can't afford to stop the flow Papi, what the fuck is the matter wit' ya man? Standin' against the wall with a gun in his hand I ain't on no funny shit, I'm on some "get this money" shit Every four days in PA, I move another brick According to the DEA, I sold dope in VA My coupe stay in Queens, but the plates read VA I'll show you where I rest at, it ain't hard to find me Let me buy a brick and get the other off consignme (Hey, times is hard, mayne) I know, don't remind me If I catch another case, I'ma kill Giuliani It ain't even safe to sell a pack at night Got task ridin 'round the projects on Mountain Bikes [Hook] NY ain't the same, it's OT playa You can go and cop coke from the corner bodega Hit the highway and take it to a town near you And get that money, man, get that money, man NY ain't the same, it's OT playa You can go and cop coke from the corner bodega Hit the highway and take it to a town near you And get that money, man, get that money, man [Outro] Now, if you come to 1-3-4 and I'm not around (uh-huh) That means I copped and I went outta town (that's right) You motherfuckers know how I get down I'm bout my money, man, I'm bout my money, man Yeah!