Drug Money lyrics

[Hook: Young Buck + Troy Ave ]
These n*ggas must not be cooking no coke
They ain't cooking they just frontin' you heard
These b*tches must be used to being broke
Hand on the bible I'mma man of my word
Well I got yayo for sale, I got kush for smoke
I ain't said no sh*t, I'mma push the dope
Money, hoes and clothes, I'm talking bout the good life
So now you know what drug money look like

[Verse 1: Young Buck]
Miracle whip it, spreadin' the coke over the bread
Keep the Dr. Dre knife with me to poke you in the head
I let my white girl sniff it, it made her open up her legs
My n*gga Rudolph snowed it until it's nose turned red
A damn shame, I'm the reason you can't find your vein
If your daddy stealin' out your momma's purse, I'm to blame
Tryna get that i8 but I gotta find the name
I ain't got no credit, I just got cocaine
I mean these n*ggas was like he's paying car notes
Your wrist don't twist, that's the reason you are broke
You playin' with the powder, you n*ggas is all jokes
C'mon dog your never gonna meet Carlos
I'm plug for real, I'm tryna feed ya'll coast
I don't believe your pictures n*gga or read ya'll post
Your body language telling me you're broke
And plus Obama bout to go
I got my momma weighing up the dope
[Hook:]

[Verse 2: Troy Ave]
n*ggas know what drug money look like
All my jewels shine, n*gga I don't need good light
All my b*tches bad but my foreign a good type
S-Class bands but my Porsche had the hood like
That n*gga rich, that n*gga gets
Money motherf*cker, he started with selling bricks
Well add a little extra, compress it to get the chips
But he stay wise, still lays on his Vicks
The boy hide his grits, the boy pot ain't grits
Might use a microwave if I'm tryna do it quick
Tryna clock the yay and the fork, that's water whipped
And sit in on the paps, dry it, I lose a pinch
But what the f*ck is the point when you're dealing with joints boy
Whole birds, covert with us, so no choice
Chillin' in the jail, rappin' to my brazil
I done chill (?) so people won't tell

[Hook:]

[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
When I say I'm back for spot, I'm in the number one slot b*tch
Lights and the cubans that will f*ck up your optics
I'm raw like sushi, eat the pus*y, you chop stick
n*ggas go wood, honey, I'm home in the hood
There's no need to test, this pure coke go get it gone
F&N in the palm, extendo in the jaw
You say you bout that bullsh*t, well come and get what you want
You n*ggas lookin' malnutritioned
100 knots in the yacht, skate across the Pacific
Sposed to be out the loop, funny how I don't miss sh*t
It's all addin' up, these n*ggas here on some sucker sh*t
The type n*ggas when money come I ain't f*ckin' with
Now let's play, let's make a deal
I'll show up with the money and tell you who to kill
Now you say you get busy for real
Put n*ggas in the church, I pay you with the work
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