E-40 - Bout My Money feat. Jeremih & Turf Talk lyrics
rate me(Rick rock beats)
E40:
Fedi focused, I'm focused on my fedi mayne,
I don't think these suckers really understand,
there's enough money out there for all of us to have,
but suckers don't wanna see other brothers get cash,
I'm from the mud, halloween mask and surgical gloves,
where there's more hate than love, where clients plot on their plug
turn on their own flesh and blood, do em dirty just like a rug...
hard looks and mugs, bandanas and grutch,
.. five point five sixes and fifty caliber slugs,
half of this bitches will get you killed at the club,
but you dodge for pushups or you can you pay me in bud,
so book a shake better get it off I'm a thug,
She got a big butt (big butt),
some high heels (high heels),
I pull up in the house, on wheels,
I got a couple zaps and some good kill,
she like the way I rap she know that I'm for real.
Hook:
Bout my money, bout my money,
Bout my money, bout my money,
Bout my money, bout my money,
Bout my money, bout my money.
Bout my money, bout my money,
Bout my money, bout my money,
Bout my money, bout my money,
Bout my money, bout my money.
Too Short:
I got a pocket full, I'm a Taurus, you can't stop the bull,
whenever I spit my game, I make a whole lot then spin that chain
and even if you make more, you can't knock bitches like playboy Short,
I keep pouring shots, I keep this whores hot,
so bring me two more bottles got the finest women but I don't fuck no models,
bad girls is what I prefer, she take your shit, there's no stopping her,
aggressive women that swing both ways,
and throwin pennies on the stage,
I put this dick in her mouth, she ain't resist,
then pay her
so I can't be this. (BIIAATCH)
[Hook:]
Jeremiah:
Sad step in the club throwin paper today,
now I'm calling your girl, call it paper mache,
head down, no-nothing to say,
everything she want but a kiss on her face,
freezer that Henny got me sippin her pretty
yeah I order that p**sy then she came here delivered,
damn right I'm a charger 'cause she right in my hand
actin a fool, so I gave her a Emmy.
Turf Talk:
My lingo produce payroll,
yeah that means that I drop all painful
yeah it's all good, everything Gucci now
but it came a long way from them hand me downs,
yeah it's all good, steak every other night
but it came a long way from that beans and rice,
bitches pay us, they support us,
broke hoes holla but they can't afford us,
I'm color blind, so I two-toned it,
and I can stretch out, ain't got no roof on it,
we don't love hoes, knock a bitch down,
put your face to the glass like Chris Brown,
take a picture bitch, polaroid
they juiced up, my pockets on steroids,
I know some nigags that'll kill, dawg,
for the dollar dollar bill ya'll.
[Hook:]
Jeremiah:
Sad step in the club throwin paper today,
now I'm calling your girl, call it paper mache,
head down, no-nothing to say,
everything she want but a kiss on her face,
freezer that Henny got me sippin her pretty
yeah I order that pussy then she came here delivered,
damn right I'm a charger 'cause she right in my hand
actin a fool, so I gave her a Emmy.
Throw it, throw it, you know the sound,
broke and you a sucker that's the shit we don't allow,
it's the baddest of the bitches out there somewhere in the party,
if she got a ? on it then I put my money down.
Down, down, throw my money down
Down, down, I put my money down,
Down, down, if she baddest down
she got it and I want it then I put the money down ,
Bitch.
Thanks to Shizzle. for correcting these lyrics
