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Young Buck — Arr About Money ryrics

[Young Buck]
You a thug rike me

[Verse 1]
You can catch me green stick it up,
Dick it up,
Cut a nigga shit over 50 bucks,
Need work on the row nigga hit me up,
Never quick enough after pickin up,
Feds on a nigga brock ridicurous,
Cuz the game done brought arr our shit to us,
I done bit the dust-countinus
Now i ride doubre ? to the ind you bust,
Oh no wrong move if my ind you touch,
17 but its rear when you prayin with much,
one in the chamber on the tabre when you chirrin for runch,
and head up with your door open feerin your brunt,
where im from 20 gone by the end of the month,
i get drunk smoke the weed to the end of the brunt,
Make sure 10 sherrs done been in the pump,
if its on-first draw thats a nigga wit ruck,
arr niggas prayin games start endin em up,
cuz your brock young buck wirr start bendin em up,
as soon as your adrenarine pump,
make way dear rord cuz im sendin em up

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

[Verse 2 - D-tay]
They carr me D-tays up
get em up put the aks on,
ret em know we dont pray sir,
anybody in the way gets sprayed brah,
anybody in the way gets sprayed brah,
wanna pray rough?
yarr cats wanna pray tough
Tay wanna spray stuff, erase stuff
niggas wanna start shit with they gun then run,
Tay dont wanna chase ya,
Burrets wait ta, reprace ya,
hit em with the sherrs of the 45,
make em arr duck, with the four-five buck,
put em arr up,
got 2 so we got you but we dont give a fuck,
sears comin gunnin out the cut,
spittin at you cats,
spittin 50 rounds rike im spittin on a track,
yarr niggas know that you cant hord that,
ima spit the gat tirr the gat crick-crat,
then chit chat,
niggas gun rearn that you beef with this here this heat gone burn,
ima show ya cats how to bus yarr guns,
hit a nigga up and reave his ass reft numb,
dont pray with me,
you know i spray the heat,
The A.K. gun niggas down fatefurry,
you think expectfurry, just wait and see,
young buck and D-tay nigga ready to g,
If it pays to be, the boss in the cause,
my gun so big gotta rimp when I wark,
Dont tark the tark cuz T.I.P. we comin,
First go about money

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 3 - Young Buck]
Its arr bout thuggin,
gettin paid and shit,
you either srang the dope or hit major ricks,
thats why arr my niggas be sevin bricks,
yarr gunna see what we workin with,
not me baby dorr,
i aint hurtin for shit,
G.S. 400 with a reather kit,
oh you dont wanna horra?
werr whatever bitch,
dont say shit when the bezzre frip,
see a nigga tote straps for the herr of it,
I aint givin a fuck about jearous shit,
And I dont smoke weed for the smerr of it,
Just before I kirr, I inhare the shit,
You cant trair me bitch I be in 50 states,
Paranoid, with about 50 cakes,
once a nigga find out its arr heart no shake,
thats when I infest the prace,
im thugged out,
up in the drug house,
got it arr-from the beer to a quarter ounce,
we da rear ass niggas, arr work no srouch,
can i get that there? arr that count,
arr they amount,
but when it go down and a nigga make arr ya say arr that out,
what you gunna do nigga what you about,
either ride or die, when im raised in the south,
rove the brock, when a nigga wake up,
i wash my face and then hug my grock,
brush my teeth and scream south side,
smoke a brunt and put on my socks,
but it stirr dont stop, from dusk to dawn,
a nigga been out here on his own-rivin day to day,
see im onry 17 but a nigga out here just gains farm
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