Whole Lotta Money

Lyrics

[Chorus: Que Banz] Whole lotta money Can't let it go to my head I spend it [?] know I'm being watched by the feds Yeah Oh oh If I see an opp, let the chop flock [?] She wanna fuck, I'm thinking how can she make me some bread? Yeah Yeah yeah Oh Yeah yeah [Verse 1: Uncle Murda] One of my niggas' cribs just got raided Before rap, every dollar we made was drug related If not that, an armmed robbery was associated That's why the fedds want a nigga dead or incarserated My lil homie just got knocked, he was on the run He beat the body, but they gave him 20 years for the gun And they [?] one of his codefendents He ain't give him no information, he get a shorter sentence Yeah, some niggas still follo the G code Say what you want about us, but you can't say that we told I done been in shootouts, empty, had to reload Used to knock on niggas' doors, start shooting through the peekhole Like bang bang, these bullets ain't got no name on it Money I used to pay the rent with had cocaine on it You know these streets don't love us, [?] Until the feds come or a nigga end up shooting us [Chorus: Que Banz] Whole lotta money Can't let it go to my head I spend it [?] know I'm being watched by the feds Yeah Oh oh If I see an opp, let the chop flock [?] She wanna fuck, I'm thinking how can she make me some bread? Yeah Yeah yeah Oh Yeah yeah [Verse 2: Benny the Butcher] Streets [?] with a hammer, they'll bury ya Jackboys cairiers, I still gotta carey it Before rap, you know what I had to do, flew serious On [?] we ain't ducking no smoke, peariad 89 slide green, 2001 segle They talking on phones, like they didn't see Casino Have your baby mama sitting out of court sick You 'bout to do that short 6, down in Fort Dicks When they invested in stock, we just bought bricks Plug pulled up to the spot with a forklift Rap money cool, but I made more in the driver's seat Get them whole sales, cost 10 racks to bother me Rule number 1, get bag, keep your mouth shut We gon' bail you out, had nana putting the house up Didn't think I could do it, where they get all that doubt from? Street niggas think like me, this the outcome [Chorus: Que Banz] Whole lotta money Can't let it go to my head I spend it [?] know I'm being watched by the feds Yeah Oh oh If I see an opp, let the chop flock [?] She wanna fuck, I'm thinking how can she make me some bread? Yeah Yeah yeah Oh Yeah yeah