Young Buck

Young Buck - Money N Da Wall lyrics

rate me

I got bricks in my trunk, kush in my blunt

All this fucking money, all I wanna do is stunt

Like fuck ‘em, fuck ‘em, fuck ‘em

Like fuck ‘em, fuck ‘em, fuck ‘em

I got money in the walls, pounds in the floor

All this fucking money where the fuck you wanna go like

Like fuck ‘em, fuck ‘em, fuck ‘em

Like fuck ‘em, fuck ‘em, fuck ‘em

Police trying to kill me, bitches want my baby

I keep smoking weed so my po think I’m crazy

I got niggas’ round me crazy, they don’t wanna work

Don’t wanna sell this meat, but they wanna smoke this purp

And my mama trying to save me, keep saying go to church

No this ain’t how you raised me, but your sun… preserve

My homey’s bitches wanna flirt, she saw me in the club

Get the pulling on my shirt, knowing man he gotta go

I stay on my family biz, for real I wish him well

They get mad about pety shit I’m gonna kill him if they tell

Yeah he won a half of brick, but I’m gonna give him 12

Cause he shot me on the last leg when I didn’t had my scale

Cocaine bought Camaros, heroine bought my home

Bitch I was in bankruptcy and nobody had no loans

I got it on my own and then my money long

I tell where to meet me motherfucker I …

I got bricks in my trunk, kush in my blunt

All this fucking money, all I wanna do is stunt

Like fuck ‘em, fuck ‘em, fuck ‘em

Like fuck ‘em, fuck ‘em, fuck ‘em

I got money in the walls, pounds in the floor

All this fucking money where the fuck you wanna go like

Like fuck ‘em, fuck ‘em, fuck ‘em

Like fuck ‘em, fuck ‘em, fuck ‘em

I puff blow money, I tilt down in the jet

We fill out everythang

Couple millions on me, I be big dog stunting

My chevy game right

My old school do new tricks, my Bentley game…

I’m … with… can’t quit that dirty sprite

… blowing..

And we don’t give a fuck because we get it by the night

Then chill out in my house, half of mille worth of ice

I got money in the wall, I ball off the …

Got a thousand pounds of meat and a thousand pounds of purple

I keep money in my sofa

… I’ma count the money over…

And I keep some bitches over, then drank purple when I pull up

She’s so … fuck her, think I’m bout to throw up

I got bricks in my trunk, kush in my blunt

All this fucking money, all I wanna do is stunt

Like fuck ‘em, fuck ‘em, fuck ‘em

Like fuck ‘em, fuck ‘em, fuck ‘em

I got money in the walls, pounds in the floor

All this fucking money where the fuck you wanna go like

Like fuck ‘em, fuck ‘em, fuck ‘em

Like fuck ‘em, fuck ‘em, fuck ‘em .

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