E-40, Too $hort, Turf Talk , Jeremih - Bout My Money lyrics

Fetti focused, I'm focused on my fetti mayne
I don't think these suckers really understand
There's enough money out there for
All of us to have
But suckers don't wanna see
Other brothers get cash i'm from the mud
Halloween mask and surgical gloves
Where there's more hate than love
Where clients plot on their plug
Turn on their own flesh and blood
Do em dirty just like a rug
Hard looks and mugs, bandannas and grudge
Five point five sixes and fifty caliber slugs
Half of these bitches will get
You killed at the club
But, you dodge for push ups or you
Can you pay me in bud
Or some booger sugar better bet I
Get it off I'm a thug
She got a big butt (big butt)
Some high heels (high heels)
I pull up in the house, on wheels
I got a couple zaps of some good kill
She like the way I rap she
Know that I'm for real (BI I AATCH)
Bout my money, bout my money
Bout my money, bout my money
Bout my money, bout my money
Bout my money, bout my money
Bout my money, bout my money
Bout my money, bout my money
Bout my money, bout my money
Bout my money, bout my money

I got a pocket full, I'm a Taurus
You can't stop the bull
Whenever I spit my game
I make a whole lot then spend that change
And even if you make more
You can't knock bitches like playboy Short
I keep pouring shots, I keep these whores hot
So bring me two more bottles
Got the finest women but I
Don't fuck no models
Bad girls is what I prefer
She take your shit, there's no stopping her
Aggressive women that swing both ways
And throwin panties on the stage
I put this dick in her mouth
She ain't resist
Didn't pay her, so it can't be this
(BI I AATCH)

Bout my money, bout my money
Bout my money, bout my money
Bout my money, bout my money
Bout my money, bout my money
Bout my money, bout my money
Bout my money, bout my money
Bout my money, bout my money
Bout my money, bout my money

Step- step in the club throwin paper today
Now I'm cuttin your girl
Call it Papier-mâché
Head down, no nothing to say
Everything she want but a kiss on her face
Fifth of that Henny got me sippin' the Privvy
Yeah I ordered that pussy then
She came here delivered
Damn right I'm a charge her cause
She right in my hand
Actin a fool, so I gave her a Emmy

My lingo produce payroll
Yeah, that Benz that I drive all paid for
It's all good, everything Gucci now
But it came a long way
From them hand me downs
Yeah it's all good, steak every other night
But it came a long way
From that beans and rice
Bitches pay us, they support us
Broke hoes holla, but they can't afford us
I'm color blind, so I two-toned it
And I can stretch out
Ain't got no roof on it
We don't love hoes, knock a bitch down
Put your face to the glass like Chris Brown
Take a picture bitch, Polaroid
They juiced up, my pockets on steroids
I know some niggas that'll kill, dog
For the dollar dollar bill y'all
Bout my money, bout my money
Bout my money, bout my money
Bout my money, bout my money
Bout my money, bout my money
Bout my money, bout my money
Bout my money, bout my money
Bout my money, bout my money
Bout my money, bout my money

Step- step in the club throwin paper today
Now I'm cuttin your girl
Call it Papier-mâché
Head down, no nothing to say
Everything she want but a kiss on her face
Fifth of that Henny got me sippin' the Privvy
Yeah I ordered that pussy then
She came here delivered
Damn right I'm a charge her cause
She right in my hand
Actin a fool, so I gave her a Emmy

Throw it, throw it, you know the sound
Broke and you a sucker that's
The shit we don't allow
Is the baddest of the bitches out
There somewhere in the crowd?
If she got it how I want it
Then I put my money down

Down, down, throw my money down
Down, down, I put my money down
Down, down, if she baddest down
She got it and I want it
Then I put my money down bitch