Baby D - I'm Bout Money lyrics

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I'm Bout Money, Bitch I'm Bout Money

I'm Bout Money, Bitch I'm Bout Money

Bitch I'm, Bitch I'm Bout Money

I'm On A Chase For That Paper

I'm bout money it's M.O.B

Benz, Grants, that's all I see

Brown paper bag, pass that to me

Grab that duffel bag out the backseat

Die for the cheddar I carry that llama

Stack it in the winter so I shine for the summer

Yeah, what you really know bout that?

I come like

You wanna build a stack?

Nigga what's that?

At least stack 10 so I can get a good pack

I get gwop, understand that

I'm way in the front, y'all way in the back

Gimme my keys you not valet

My Mazaratti, your Chevrolet

Haters can't stop me I'm on my shit

I love gwop baby that's my bitch

And

I always give back to the hood nigga

When I roll through they say Baby D's a good nigga

Feelin good nigga

Lookin good nigga

Put your knot in the air if you're a money go-getta

Raw-I'm

Black

Fall?

Hell naw not me playa

Call

Me if you bout that paper

If you bout money

We bout money

Throw it in the air

Make it rain 100s

I get gwop

Monday thru Sunday

Never sleep on me

Never seen me comin

Check my resume ya boy top notch

Take it from the rainbow straight to the pot

Think I'm broke?

Nope I'm not

Pants on my ankles, that's that gwop

Then Oomp sat down with Koch

Made them a promise we'll never ever flop

Came from the bottom straight to the top

Nigga

Ain't been the same since Pac

Look around this muthaf**ka a lotta niggas shocked

While he out he take my spot

DOWN

A lotta niggas left but I stayed down

Make you bow down nigga gimme that crown

Never met a nigga like me

A-Town fresh guchi from my head to my feet

10 toes, stuntin on my bunyan

I wonder how long you can keep them on-ya

Funny

I see a nigga laughin but ain't shit funny

Straight to the bank I'm countin my money

A-Town's secret weapon yup I'm comin

Big Oomp Records gotta keep that bumpin