Trick Daddy Bout My Money Lyrics

[Trick Daddy]
Let's see, what to do today?
f___ that I'm goin to get my money

This one in a.. Thuggin memory
That thug n____
Hollywood n____
I did this one in that n____ name
Hollywood n____, yall remember that m____ f___in name

This bout that m____ f___in money
n____!!!!!!

To kill for cocaine and get a n____ killed
And a banana peel will get his whole hide flipped
He's bringin danger to the life of his home boy's
You can see the moon, but don't let him go alone boy
Bout my money, we goin to b__p heads and it wont be long
That's why I got two choppers, one for the car, and one for the home
Got extra grip for when they hold on
Nextel, instead of these dial tones
and quarter game for these old tapped a__ cell phones
And new back bone for my new dread homes
You aint been outta jail long, but n____ you dead wrong
Bout my money, n____ you shouldn't a played wit it
You're goin to remember the day when this A.K hit ya.

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Bout my money
That s___ there aint nothin funny
Don't start duckin and runnin when it go to gunnin bout my money
And sonny, don't be stuntin and lookin funny
When I ask about my m____ f___in money
That s___ there aint nothin funny
Don't start duckin and runnin when it go to gunnin bout my money
And sonny, don't be stuntin and lookin funny
Have my m____ f___in money

[Trick Daddy]
I read in the Book of Thugs, Chapter A.K Verse 47
And it tells me all thugs n____s go to heaven
But between the lines of verses 48 and 9
Is what ya thug n____'s, drug dealin and doin time
But verse 100, talks bout my money
Say's its full of blood so all memphis is funny
But n____ I don't want to hold your gold
I just want to free your soul
And be found somewhere in public when all this s___ unfolds
I done gave ya two bricks, and you aint gave me back s___
You runnin around in your new bubble lights
When verse sit lookin sick
I aint here to hold ur sing, I just want my cream
and you can keep your little watch and ring that go bling bling

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[Trick Daddy]
Now all this huffin and puffin
aint goin to get you young f___ n____'s nothin
But a s___ bag and bullet holes through your b_____ clothes
Out of all the n____'s you m____ f___in know
I should have been the last n____ you want to m____fuckin know
I'll meet ya at your front door, and im bringin my calico
n____ if u aint got my flow ur a__ gotta go
We'll get you mammy and all and layin em down on the front room floor
Bout to do em all cuz I done have problems bout all this s___ unfolden
Bout my money, I came at it, and your son ain't have it
Now this n____ I owe is goin to be the next n____ to go
I only got 20 G's, and I owe 'em 84
It ain't my m____fuckin fault, I'm short bout 64
This n____ aint goin to f___ me no more

(Trick talking)

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