Trick Daddy - Thug Money lyrics

rate me

[Trick Daddy talking]

If its bout that money

Then you gots to kill them, haha

Come here nigga, that's the only way, uh

I'mi wake Hollywood up in this muthafucka tonite

[Trick Daddy yells]

Nigga

[Chorus] 4x

Thug Money got blood on it

Plus a little residue

Boy, I'm telling you

I put my heart on it

I'm thinking back when I was younger

I usta hustle in the summer

No time for crime

I had to help my mama

And I love the rainy weather

Make me hustle better

Running into partner in na ghetto

Trying to get my shitt together

However, I'm giving these fuck niggas pillars

Robbing fake dope dealers and these fake ass killers

For my niggas

They keep they fingers on the triggers

Cause they heard about you business

And these fuck niggas trying to end this

So I'm ready, just riding dirty in the Chelli

Me and my cousin named Chopper and we stopping for that fetti

Call us foolish, cause of how we feel the way we do this

slanging, robbing, and shooting

Even neighborhood polluted

I'm ready to do this and like weed

I'm always louted with duck tape ya muted

If the shit move, I shoot it

Hold on

[Chorus]

I'm doing this one for my homies

Who left his baby mama lonely

Got chur-en dat neva saw him, got kids who don't even know him

Got to count his blessings sent

Cause one chance be his only lesson

For the homies all be missing, his son's got stronger missions

Hold on

Don't fall

Cause I've been there

And I know

Cause see all my niggas anit dope dealers

But they killers, for sure

They call us thugs, so give us our own section in the club

Allow us to use our drugs

Nigga what, nigga what

Say it

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I can't believe you haven't heard of a dog, pop, what a bird

And no clues on how the Feds got the inside word

He left his real homies home and all my thug niggas gone

And anit no telling when the boy getting back home

See everybody needs a hustle, so stay free from those bustos

Especially, when you getting in front of muscle

Cause them fools will try to touch ya

They know you dying for yours

So from day one, they don't trust ya

This whole style I be living for

Sometimes, look like I'm running fast speed

And this old bad luck taking me lower

Life's full of lies, theres too many guys

Who need to compete and God knowns a nigga tried

When it's gone get bettter, seems like never

In this life we live

Us niggas just can't stick together

However, I guess a change got to come from this

One day, but right now, I can't accomplish shitt

Patience for the frustration

Waiting to die for the troubles that I'm facing

So I'm living on the edge

I'm thugging til I'm dead, yeah

Standing free from them suckers and far away from them Feds

I say I never had no job, always rott

Living in the park, back when I was scared

And then things got better, my pockets got fatter

Went from to Jimbo, Timbo's, to Polo sweaters

Nigga came across a key and turned it into three

And got my fuck ass emenies running from me

And saying....

[Chorus]2x

Thug Money got blood on it

Plus a little residue

Boa, I'm telling you

I put my heart on it

Tha thug Money got blood on it

Tha thug Money got blood on it