Young Buck All About Money Lyrics

[Young Buck]
You a thug like me

[Verse 1]
You can catch me green stick it up,
d___ it up,
Cut a n____ s___ over 50 bucks,
Need work on the low n____ hit me up,
Never quick enough after pickin up,
Feds on a n____ block ridiculous,
Cuz the game done brought all our s___ to us,
I done bit the dust-countinus
Now i ride double ? to the ind you bust,
Oh no wrong move if my ind you touch,
17 but its real when you playin with much,
one in the chamber on the table when you chillin for lunch,
and head up with your door open feelin your blunt,
where im from 20 gone by the end of the month,
i get drunk smoke the weed to the end of the blunt,
Make sure 10 shells done been in the pump,
if its on-first draw thats a n____ wit luck,
all n____s playin games start endin em up,
cuz your block young buck will start bendin em up,
as soon as your adrenaline pump,
make way dear lord cuz im sendin em up

[Chorus x2]
Its all about money,
gettin major paid,
stack your cheese in all different ways,
tote your strap and keep your khakis creased,
yeah n____, you a thug like me?

[Verse 2 - D-tay]
They call me D-tays up
get em up put the aks on,
let em know we dont play sir,
anybody in the way gets sprayed brah,
anybody in the way gets sprayed brah,
wanna play rough?
yall cats wanna play tough
Tay wanna spray stuff, erase stuff
n____s wanna start s___ with they gun then run,
Tay dont wanna chase ya,
Bullets wait ta, replace ya,
hit em with the shells of the 45,
make em all duck, with the four-five buck,
put em all up,
got 2 so we got you but we dont give a f___,
seals comin gunnin out the cut,
spittin at you cats,
spittin 50 rounds like im spittin on a track,
yall n____s know that you cant hold that,
ima spit the gat till the gat click-clat,
then chit chat,
n____s gun learn that you beef with this here this heat gone burn,
ima show ya cats how to bus yall guns,
hit a n____ up and leave his a__ left numb,
dont play with me,
you know i spray the heat,
The A.K. gun n____s down fatefully,
you think expectfully, just wait and see,
young buck and D-tay n____ ready to g,
If it pays to be, the boss in the cause,
my gun so big gotta limp when I walk,
Dont talk the talk cuz T.I.P. we comin,
First go about money

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 3 - Young Buck]
Its all bout thuggin,
gettin paid and s___,
you either slang the dope or hit major licks,
thats why all my n____s be sevin bricks,
yall gunna see what we workin with,
not me baby doll,
i aint hurtin for s___,
G.S. 400 with a leather kit,
oh you dont wanna holla?
well whatever b____,
dont say s___ when the bezzle flip,
see a n____ tote straps for the hell of it,
I aint givin a f___ about jealous s___,
And I dont smoke weed for the smell of it,
Just before I kill, I inhale the s___,
You cant trail me b____ I be in 50 states,
Paranoid, with about 50 cakes,
once a n____ find out its all heart no shake,
thats when I infest the place,
im thugged out,
up in the drug house,
got it all-from the beer to a quarter ounce,
we da real a__ n____s, all work no slouch,
can i get that there? all that count,
all they amount,
but when it go down and a n____ make all ya say all that out,
what you gunna do n____ what you about,
either ride or die, when im raised in the south,
love the block, when a n____ wake up,
i wash my face and then hug my glock,
brush my teeth and scream south side,
smoke a blunt and put on my socks,
but it still dont stop, from dusk to dawn,
a n____ been out here on his own-livin day to day,
see im only 17 but a n____ out here just gains farm