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Hook:(x4)
I'm Bout Money, Bitch I'm Bout Money
I'm Bout Money, Bitch I'm Bout Money
Bitch I'm, Bitch I'm Bout Money
I'm On A Chase For That Paper

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?
Nigga 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 bitch
And
I always give back to the hood nigga
When I roll through they say Baby D's a good nigga
Feelin good nigga
Lookin good nigga
Put your knot in the air if you're a money go-getta
Ball,
Now I'm up hatas
Ball,
Black stone black chain I'm beta
Fall,
Hell naw not me playa
Call,
Me if you bout that paper

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Verse 2:
If you bout money
We bout money
throw it in the air
make it rain honeys
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
Nigga
Ain't been the same since Pac
Look around this muthafucka a lotta niggas shocked
While he out he take my spot
DOWN
A lotta niggas left but I stayed down
Make you bow down nigga gimme that crown
Never met a nigga 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
Funny
I see a nigga 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
Hook:(x4)   I'm Bout Money, Bitch I'm Bout Money   I'm Bout Money, Bitch I'm Bout Money   Bitch I'm, Bitch I'm Bout Money   I'm On A Chase For That Paper       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?   Nigga 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 bitch   And   I always give back to the hood nigga   When I roll through they say Baby D's a good nigga   Feelin good nigga   Lookin good nigga   Put your knot in the air if you're a money go-getta   Ball,   Now I'm up hatas   Ball,   Black stone black chain I'm beta   Fall,   Hell naw not me playa   Call,   Me if you bout that paper      [HOOK]      Verse 2:   If you bout money   We bout money   throw it in the air   make it rain honeys   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   Nigga   Ain't been the same since Pac   Look around this muthafucka a lotta niggas shocked   While he out he take my spot   DOWN   A lotta niggas left but I stayed down   Make you bow down nigga gimme that crown   Never met a nigga 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   Funny   I see a nigga 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