Yeah

Money gettin' niggas 'gon love this

Broke niggas 'gon hate it





Hate me, love me, still i'm a boss

Brand new coupe didn't take the tag off

Entre-po nigga

Give some mo' nigga

Military mind back down from no nigga

Where did you go nigga?

I could make it rain 

With some hundred dollar bills or a hundred of them things

Candy apple green, no tints, no chrome

Catch me in the streets 'till six in the morn

 



I keep one in the hone and a gun on my hip

Just called my phone, you want somethin' to sniff?

19.5 you want one of them bricks

Like a Subway combo come with them chips

And I show no love when it come to a bitch

She just want me cause my coke six hundred and six

Yeah, this what you call a dope man bitch

But I don't tell her nothin' cause these hos ain't shit





If it don't make dollars then it don't make sense

Dope man money with a dope man bitch

Big ballin' baby my whole clique rich

Big ballin' baby I know we the shit

If it don't make dollars then it don't make sense

Dope man money with a dope man bitch

Big ballin' baby my whole clique rich

Big ballin' baby I know we the shit

 



See I lick coke, breathe in hydro

Look like green money nigga I know

I ride slow

With the .40 cal I know

Smokin' on that purple haze shit 'till my eyes low

My bitch got nine Os for the five four

She'll let the nine go

Oh yeah thats high ho

My ho

Yeah a dope man bitch

If it don't make dollars then it don't make sense





The '65 look good enough to drink

Grey Goose seats with the cranberry paint

Ya'll wish I could sell coke forever but I can't

Just one more load and i'm fuckin' with real estate

I've been up for a week, from the first to the eighth

Peicin' out grams and I still got the weight

If I get too tired pop a pill i'm straight

I'll show you how to fit a couple mill in the safe

G Unit South





If it don't make dollars then it don't make sense

Dope man money with a dope man bitch

Big ballin' baby my whole clique rich

Big ballin' baby I know we the shit

If it don't make dollars then it don't make sense

Dope man money with a dope man bitch

Big ballin' baby my whole clique rich

Big ballin' baby I know we the shit

 



Put your money in the air

Put your money in the air

Ballin' baby

Ballin' baby

We gettin' money over here

They gettin' money over there

What up All Star?

My nigga Hi-C

Sosa

G Unit South bitch

Ca$hville Records we got this

Cut the motherfuckin' check