Loaded Lux - Bout My Money lyrics

rate me

Slow slow

I’m all about my money

You know, I’m all bout my money

Gotta make it, community is stressed in gate

And get investigated we just engaging for just in Vegas

Head it to the bay either checking and savings

Just when you throw my success was getting famous bitch

(I’m all about my money)

Just think all of this gold started this goals on the road

Corner in the cold it was some hot on the stove

Woman up the lows, loaded put something on the low

My DNA put the way to the bake the heart is the colds

Hard to be chose in a world of judgements no love

Went through the options with skills,

Some mean you but some do what they gotta watch then f*ck with you

The sign is the dollar that one symbol makes stress simple

Life is a bitch and the average brother don’t love her

But I toast is this .. baby mama, I marry mother

I carry the wonders and that attitude of a hustler

I let you realest and toss you, you catch up to where I’m hustling

You must have been somewhere other

In this country just to come up

the realest cover than colors but everyone loves the green

young teen on the drug scene ]

I run things, I touch your soul ‘till I leave prince

What’s up, king?

Hook:

I met to the back so you know I’m feeling fine

Get your own paper, don’t worry ‘bout mine

If you see me on the block then that mean I’m on my grind

The only sign I’m throwin’ up niggas dollar signs

‘cause I’m all ‘bout my money

Yeah, and I don’t care what you haters gotta say I’m ‘bout my money

Yeah, and I don’t care what you bitches gotta say I’m ‘bout my money

Is not about big names no more

‘cause a lot of the big names that actually perform on the stage ain’t delivering

Quality, battles in the quality, you know performance that we’re looking for

We got dudes that chocking the first round

They looking at this like is just a play game

I never classis for under classment, I love with passion

But I’m producing this boo for in front of classic

Take no under pass just to run the passes,

Someone’s asking ‘bout someone madness

I told ‘em these questions you’re coming smack

Smacking then asking why you f*ck when you double backwards

Love is a mash .. and how can I hallow, feeling the gap in

Punching the tag .. and rappers for puppy was in the rappers

Buster can feel the ratchet, the glass flash off of the ..

Imagining me around the close racks,

I’m the reason battle niggas, the close racks,

But cold that, you know that I love the art

But when the art love me back and who I got my heart

A father gotta do his part, bitch you from the start

A soldier I told ‘em I’m gonna march

He was ham, she going B she can’t even see me I was march

First run off the strimpf, just to show em the strimpf

While you wanna mile off the inch,

I’m heading to the bank so you know I’m feeling fine

Get your own paper, don’t worry ‘bout mine

If you see me on the block then I mean I’m on my grind

The only sign I’m throwin’ up niggas dollars signs

‘cause I’m all about my money

Yeah, and I don’t care what you haters gotta say I’m ‘bout my money

Yeah, and I don’t care what you bitches gotta say I’m ‘bout my money