All About Money lyrics

[Young Buck]
You a thug like me

[Verse 1]
You can catch me green stick it up
di*k it up
Cut a n*gga sh*t over 50 bucks
Need work on the low n*gga hit me up
Never quick enough after pickin up
Feds on a n*gga block ridiculous
Cuz the game done brought all our sh*t to us
I done bit the dust-countinus
Now I ride double ? to the ind you bust
Oh no wrong move if my ind you touch
17 but its real when you playin with much
One in the chamber on the table when you chillin for lunch
And head up with your door open feelin your blunt
Where im from 20 gone by the end of the month
I get drunk smoke the weed to the end of the blunt
Make sure 10 shells done been in the pump
If its on-first draw thats a n*gga wit luck
All n*ggas playin games start endin 'em up
Cause your block young buck will start bendin 'em up
As soon as your adrenaline pump
Make way dear lord cause im sendin 'em up
[Hook x2]
Its all about money
Gettin major paid
Stack your cheese in all different ways
Tote your strap and keep your khakis creased
Yeah n*gga, you a thug like me?

[Verse 2-D-tay]
They call me D-tays up
Get 'em up put the aks on
Let 'em know we don't play sir
Anybody in the way gets sprayed brah
Anybody in the way gets sprayed brah
Wanna play rough?
Y'all cats wanna play tough
Tay wanna spray stuff, erase stuff
n*ggas wanna start sh*t with they gun then run
Tay don't wanna chase ya
Bullets wait ta, replace ya
Hit 'em with the shells of the 45
Make 'em all duck, with the four-five buck
Put 'em all up
Got 2 so we got you but we don't give a f*ck
Seals comin gunnin out the cut
Spittin at you cats
Spittin 50 rounds like im spittin on a track
Y'all n*ggas know that you can't hold that
Ima spit the gat 'til the gat click-clat
Then chit chat
n*ggas gun learn that you beef with this here this heat gone burn
Ima show ya cats how to bus y'all guns
Hit a n*gga up and leave his ass left numb
Dont play with me
You know I spray the heat
The A.K. gun n*ggas down fatefully
You think expectfully, just wait and see
Young buck and D-tay n*gga ready to g
If it pays to be, the boss in the cause
My gun so big gotta limp when I walk
Dont talk the talk cause T.I.P. we comin
First go about money
[Hook x2]

[Verse 3-Young Buck]
Its all bout thuggin
Gettin paid and sh*t
You either slang the dope or hit major licks
Thats why all my n*ggas be sevin bricks
Y'all gunna see what we workin with
Not me baby doll
I ain't hurtin for sh*t
G.S. 400 with a leather kit
Oh you don't wanna holla?
Well whatever b*tch
Dont say sh*t when the bezzle flip
See a n*gga tote straps for the hell of it
I ain't givin a f*ck about jealous sh*t
And I don't smoke weed for the smell of it
Just before I kill, I inhale the sh*t
You can't trail me b*tch I be in 50 states
Paranoid, with about 50 cakes
Once a n*gga find out its all heart no shake
Thats when I infest the place
Im thugged out
Up in the drug house
Got it all-from the beer to a quarter ounce
We da real ass n*ggas, all work no slouch
Can I get that there? all that count
All they amount
But when it go down and a n*gga make all ya say all that out
What you gunna do n*gga what you about
Either ride or die, when im raised in the south
Love the block, when a n*gga wake up, I wash my face and then hug my Glock
Brush my teeth and scream south side, smoke a blunt and put on my socks
But it still don't stop, from dusk to dawn
A n*gga been out here on his own-livin day to day
See im only 17 but a n*gga out here just gains farm