[ Talking ]

Yeah, though i walk alone

The shadow doubts of steps looking to come for us

but too many people come around for the same reasons

We all go down to the faces of the law

run around scared like little...never come up

Stay broke forever....


[ Verse 1 ]

If u catch me towing weight in any city or state

'cause my hustle will never stop like a car on bad breaks

A jar with no shake, makes it come back gravy

when u using A1, the fiends come back crazy

the blaze be quick, u need a scope and a beam

I be in O.C.J. sporting blues and gray

get out the next day, AK your brains nigga

saying u have to see hova, and i ain't talking 'bout jigga

have ya boys on the block, pissed pouring out liquor

sporting white tees with ya face all on the picture

and if u live it's guaranteed that the dot gone stitch ya

get ya main hoe to love me, cut, soon as i hit her

you know how Blade get down, flood the city with pounds

Pushing in the Caddy drug Thirty G's on the sounds

or spinning rims bigger then the table u eat dinner on

See i'm getting money that's the type of shit i spend it on


[ Hook ]

If your money right (that's fa sho)

If you a boss out here (that's fa sho)

tell boys when u ride (that's fa sho)

keep a heater on your side (that's fa sho)

you know my name mean money dog (uh huh)

and yeah this a throw they hands up (throw ya hands up)

or banging this in they ride 

or rolling down the nine five


[ Verse 2 ]

It's real life here dog, this ain't no movie

so much work when i cook up i use a jacuzzi

silencer uzi, so i can hit u quiet but quick (shhh)

what up to my dogs locked down, rook, jesse, and rick

dogg, i've been getting cheese since the early nineties (uh huh)

In the D it's gutta dog, even the hoes is grimey

see every second counts so my time is precious

turn my watch into a castle and filled it with prince's

commissary, safe code, i was up in the pod

Eighty-seven chevy, Fifty G's in my garage

and if i put my hand's on u it won't be a massage (uh uhn)

fuck with me get smoked quicker than a weeded cigar

Should've kept ya mouth shut now look what happened

adding up my bank damn all this from rapping

pimp, i got old stacks i ain't touched in years

everywhere scream my name like norman cheers (blaaaade!!!)

I be at the Lion's game drunk off plenty of beers

Use to be the Silverdome, now we at Ford Field

After words, hit the network with Kiahn grille

I represent the money getting, Detroit niggaz for real 


[ Hook ]


[ Verse 3 ]

I've been in the studio with all types of emcees

some from Cali, N.O., to NYC

gangsta got cheese, still gank ya nigga

original Chedda Boys ?cause our bank is bigger (yeah)

I don't sport ice no more, i sport frost, i'ma boss

run that nigga, fuck what it cost

took a little loss bounced back quicker than a dribble

filled my crib with flat screens since my bank done tripled

riding like i'm crippled, roll more than a wheelchair

put niggas down harder then hits from a steel chair

and im in a big move, six figures a flip

and i keep low pro so the feds won't trip

Then dip to a island for a nice vacation

got a hand clap longer then a standing ovation

Getting cheese by any means, that's my occupation

sell dope, a little real estate and rock it on stations

Cartier watch look like a iced dog cage

money counters with a mapper i be countin�a days

purple haze, ghanz, drow, don't smoke no bamma

put ya ass six feet like the old Jordan Jammer


[ Hook ]