the currency Gimme stacks up on mo' stacks I'm dubble parked for the train Even your moms know my name I be the d into the m and the m into the g And
than a G stack?s in my trousers (Boy) new double-D?s smashed in her blouses fuck a hotel, my nigga we rent houses (houses) my nigga, we rent houses so
Bankhead boys all down with me Harris home still my home County boys got them toys for y'all haters [Incomprehensible] Can't pull my card, I'm Mookie B
been about my paper niggas know about my stack You dont like that dirty money send yo girl to wipe me down Million dollars on my neck and wrist shine for
dollars for a watch? Five fifty for a ounce a kush, three fifty for a pair of jeans And thirty thousand for a Charger (Take it all, you need me) Two hundred for
by the sky like Starscream T.B.S. & G-Unit! Fuck all the niggas on his team My money ain't over! Check it! T.B.S. Generals and G-Unit soldiers Scrollin' the paper, my
never seen My girl I give her what she wants She gives me what I need My girl She always be in my pocket deep But I don't care She's my girl B'cause
Cause for action, my people turning to hold a strap, man I don't give a damn, South Central and, Lookin' out for the black man, strugglin' with my brother
' silly nigga but they are You got the same ride as me but that's just my day car My decor might be Levi's and a A-R 15 G's in my pocket just to play
thing to put you under the map Walk the streets five deep with nothing less than a stack And 80 carats on my chest provides a special attraction 50 G's in my
is, whoa Tampa and Texas, Cleveland is, whoa Memphis and lil' rock, my niggaz is, whoa Panama niggaz they hold me down like, whoa My New York peoples they hold me down
the century Girls get wet every time somebody mention me I was known for my macking back in eighty-four I want it all, that's what I keep stacking for
do free shit Time waits for no one, it ain't gon wait for me Yours truly, signed Eightball and M.J.G. All my hard core niggas, what you wanna do? My
40 man!) Ya Capable (B-Legit!) Eh, here ye here ye (B-Legit!) All the pimps, playas an hustlas, get ya bread on mayne (B-Legit!) Ya Capable (E-40
of having to deal with the bulls*** without grabbing the steel Tired of drowning in my sorrow Tired of having to borrow a dollar for gas to start my
nigga Money be my best friend, Yo Gotti I got my city on my back, my diamonds on my front Conjure up in my cup, grand daddy in my blunt Did it, 2000