Money Pt. 2

Paul Wall & Gudda Gudda - Rap, Texas Rap
Money Pt. 2
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Duration: 3:49
Lyrics
[Verse 1: Paul Wall] If it ain't money, then fuck what you talking 'bout No sleep, real hustlers know what I'm talking 'bout Still grinding til my last breath and my heart stop Counting hundreds til they seel up that coffin top And drop, I'm getting more cream than a coffee cup Man, hold up, I got more than just cream up in my coffee cup I'm poured up and I'm leaning Got big money, I'm grinding My clothes covered in [?] my wrist covered up in diamonds I'm [?] got a four in my sprite [?] My face could move a mountain, I'm counting tall as a mountain My lean poured like a fountain My pockets fat, obese [?] making dividends increese Getting money [Verse 2: Gudda Gudda] I'm chasing after a million, eed my money stacked to the ceiling And if they didn't have no hands, I bet thеm bitches still gon' feel it I'm not playing with [?], but I'm still out here killing Keep that monеy coming in, man, I'm tryna make a killing Ask me how I do it, I tell them that the answer is I take that white girl and whip it like a bad kid And my niggas back me up, like an ad lib Mean mugging walking out the bank, [?] cash [?] [?] that's what make the world spin Married to the money, no time for a girlfriend Y.M.C.M.B., I'ma rep it to the death Blood in, Blood out, that's that money, power, respect Gudda!
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Credits
- Writers
- Paul Wall
- Gudda Gudda