Too Much Money

Lyrics

[Intro: Ras Kass] What are we waiting for? Yeah Razzy Kazzy, the riffs, Spider Loc We gon' ride (Yea) this shit out y'all Carpe diem, get your fuckin' money [Chorus: Ras Kass] Too much money to get (Too much) Too many bulletproof GTs to whip (Ya know) I'm tryna fuck exotic hoes and go on tour, c'mon let's travel the world What are we waiting for? [Verse 1: Ras Kass] I'm fresh outta L.A., southwest of the L.B.C. [?] finest, ain't shit you can tell me Niggas burn Ls, Ras hit the Belve, no set-trippin' but my luggage say L.V. (Louie Vuitton) Cut out your tongue and eyes you ever tell B And you could never replace your left eye like TLC Brad Pitt and snatch they can't comprehend me (What?) But I won't throw the fight and you gon' die in the end, see (Ah) Poverty made me crazy (Fuck you), just pay me Gas prices to high, blame it on Dick Cheney (Woo) Mister miscellaneous, instantaneous combustion Hot to death, I spit flamey A little nigga, raised by the mid 80s, on that old school Ice Cube, bitch you can't play me Ras is like orderin' Starbucks from a red Mercedes in Hades Like manga (What are we waiting for?) anime mae mae [Chorus: Ras Kass & Spider Loc ] Too much money to get (Too much) Too many bulletproof GTs to whip (Yea) I'm tryna fuck exotic hoes and go on tour, c'mon let's travel the world (Ha) Too much money to get (Yea) Too many bulletproof GTs (Yea) to whip (Yea) I'm tryna fuck exotic hoes and go on tour, c'mon let's travel the world (Let's ride) What are we waiting for? [Verse 2: Spider Loc] I got a flow so hot that it get the fire red And it's on me to talk shit now that Richard Pryor dead (Haaaa) These niggas get deals and start to disregard the grinds When a couple of years they be real hard to find, they hate I paroral from the yard to shine So I'm stayin' on the road goin' hard for mine (Ching Ching) You see I ain't the little homie, I don' did two bids I still keep a pistol on me and I got two kids (Rah) I know you been gone and heard a lot about the land (I know) This nigga, that nigga, but it's all about the man and damn Everybody had to say they side (E.C.I.P.) about young S.P.I. at the day they die My name steady in the street but I still feel focused and just a word to the hood, loc, I don't kill coastes I'm a G-Unit rider, got a million in the bank And I'm a real straight shooter, I'm brilliant in the paint [Chorus: Ras Kass & Spider Loc] Too much money to get Too many bulletproof GTs to whip I'm tryna fuck exotic hoes and go on tour, c'mon let's travel the world Too much money to get Too many bulletproof GTs to whip I'm tryna fuck exotic hoes and go on tour, c'mon let's travel the world (Ha haaaa) What are we waiting for? [Outro: Spider Loc] Ay look here young, ay Nah for real though, I, I, I wish I could come through and just post up and get loaded wit'chall but That nigga F, we, we, we finna get on this jet and go to Over, I gotta get my passport and shit Yea, naw I was, naw I was in, I wasn't even in the land I was in New York and shit cuzz This nigga Ras got a spot out there, we was just chillin' and shit You know he just came home, he on parole and shit He was doin', doin' what he do like You know I'm sayin', 'cause we be just emceeing doe y'all this ain't even no, we don't wanna, be, beatin' up people and all that, we emceeing and rappin' and shit, gettin' this money all over the motherfuckin' world Ha hah, it's nothin', you feel me? we west ridin' Whoo Kid branded out west deuce times, gettin' dough 50 don' bought it out west two times, gettin' dough We gon' get some mo, what up Banks? Young Buck my nigga, Tony Yayo, I think like you, hmph, I'm predicate felon, nigga M.O.P., Mobb Deep, we holdin' it down, first lady, Miss O, O, O Hmph, I'm a gangbanger ya'll, I'm out What are we waiting for?