Baby D - I'm Bout Money Lyrics

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(Verse 1)

I'm bout money it's M.O.B
Benz, Grants, that's all I see
Brown paper bag, pass that to me
Grab that duffel bag out the backseat

Die for the cheddar I carry that llama
Stack it in the winter so I shine for the summer
Yeah, what you really know bout that
I come like bring a little back

You wanna build a stack
N**** what's that
At least stack 10 so I can get a good pack
I get gwop, understand that

I'm way in the front, y'all way in the back
Gimme my keys you not valet
My Mazaratti, your Chevrolet
Haters can't stop me I'm on my shit

I love gwop baby that's my b**ch
And I always give back to the hood n****
When I roll through they say Baby D's a good n****
Feelin good n****

Lookin' good n****
Put your knot in the air if you're a money go-getta
Raw-I'm on hatas
Black black chain I'm

Hell naw not me playa
Me if you bout that paper


(Verse 2)

If you bout money
We bout money
Throw it in the air
Make it rain 100s

I get gwop
Monday thru Sunday
Never sleep on me
Never seen me comin

Check my resume ya boy top notch
Take it from the rainbow straight to the pot
Think I'm broke
Nope I'm not

Pants on my ankles, that's that gwop
Then Oomp sat down with Koch
Made them a promise we'll never ever flop
Came from the bottom straight to the top

Ain't been the same since Pac
Look around this muthaf**ka a lotta n****s shocked
While he out he take my spot

A lotta n****s left but I stayed down
Make you bow down n**** gimme that crown
Never met a n**** like me
A-Town fresh guchi from my head to my feet

10 toes, stuntin' on my bunyan
I wonder how long you can keep them on-ya

I see a n**** laughin' but ain't shit funny
Straight to the bank I'm countin my money
A-Town's secret weapon yup I'm comin'
Big Oomp Records gotta keep that bumpin'

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