E-40, Schoolboy Q, Danny Brown - All My Niggaz lyrics

All my niggas really want the money
We don't want nothing else nigga, I promise
All my niggas really want the money
All my niggas really want the money
All my niggas really want the money
We don't want nothing else nigga, I promise
All my niggas really want the money
All my niggas really want the money

All we want is the money, the mozzarella
Galbani i got more guns than the army
Can't let no bitch nigga harm me
I got that purple like Barney
I got two bitches that's horny
They say they niggas is corny
They never there and they lonely
They bought a bottle of 'trony and
Now they ready to blow me
If you know me you owe me
That's what I told her for sho'
I'm a mac just like Goldie


Me and my cronies and brodies
Rollies and stogies
Stay with them fifties and forties
That's us if you smell smoke
Cookies the antidote
Puffing that rope-a dope
My partner's they kinfolk
They rap and they sell coke
Bust ya head like a cantaloupe
In the summer, a peacoat
My iPhone is jailbroke
Leanin' like the Tower of Pisa, promethazina
Sweatin' like we under a heater
It's hot in here
All them suckers that's talking crazy
They not in here
Never tell my right ear what my left ear hear

All my niggas really want the money
We don't want nothing else nigga, I promise
All my niggas really want the money
All my niggas really want the money
All my niggas really want the money
We don't want nothing else nigga, I promise
All my niggas really want the money
All my niggas really want the money

I'm up before the sun up
The work it be uncut
I break it in pieces and tell
Your auntie to run up shooters keep guns up
Snitches get tongues cut
Talk to the peoples
And get your daughters and sons touched
I'm up in the Chevy
We bangin' blow job Betty
I just whipped up the 80
So hit my phone when you're ready
Turkey bags of that loud
We ain't fuckin' with reggie
Tractor trailer with pounds just touched
Down up at the Jeffries
Then I'm off, 'bout to hit another Lick
‘Bout a 150 bucks, for that tax on every zip
Gerber bottles of that lean, tax on every sip
'Cause they got the Qualitest and
I got the Actavis so I'm rollin', rollin'
Thizzin' off that molly
Stuntin', stuntin', no hands on the Ducati
My big homie E-40 put me on the Carlos Rossi
Just a youngin and a muscle
Got the game from Charlie Hustle, come on

All my niggas really want the money
We don't want nothing else nigga, I promise
All my niggas really want the money
All my niggas really want the money
All my niggas really want the money
We don't want nothing else nigga, I promise
All my niggas really want the money
All my niggas really want the money

Pockets will advance, clear the room
If the bitch ain't with the shit
Then your boy don't approve, see
Hennessy, Bacardi turns the party, aye
Backwoods pre-rolled, club get foggy, see
Niggas mean muggin', well leap then froggy
Though I see why you mad, her ass applauding
And that's your bitch
She flips like dolphins
See, we gon' work out and
Bounce the bed springs, ugh
No credit cards, just debit and large cash
Got a real big bag, smell like a forest, see
I used to sell weight 'til gastric bypass
Ugh
Pass with a Mac that smack your car glass
Addicted to ballin', no Timbs, ate Wheaties
And learned from Dude Dawg
He taught be greedy
King East Bay, E-40, boss leany, ugh
Money all there, ugh, your money Houdini
Yeah, yeah, yeah

All my niggas really want the money
We don't want nothing else nigga, I promise
All my niggas really want the money
All my niggas really want the money
All my niggas really want the money
We don't want nothing else nigga, I promise
All my niggas really want the money
All my niggas really want the money