[Trick Daddy]  Let's see, what to do today?  Fuck that I'm goin to get my money    This one in a.. Thuggin memory  That thug nigga  Hollywood nigga  I did this one in that nigga name  Hollywood nigga, yall remember that mutha fuckin name    This bout that mutha fuckin money  NIGGA!!!!!!    To kill for cocaine and get a nigga killed  And a banana peel will get his whole hide flipped  He's bringin danger to the life of his home boy's  You can see the moon, but don't let him go alone boy  Bout my money, we goin to bump heads and it wont be long  That's why I got two choppers, one for the car, and one for the home  Got extra grip for when they hold on  Nextel, instead of these dial tones   and quarter game for these old tapped ass cell phones  And new back bone for my new dread homes  You aint been outta jail long, but nigga you dead wrong  Bout my money, nigga you shouldn't a played wit it  You're goin to remember the day when this A.K hit ya.    [Chorus:]    Bout my money  That shit there aint nothin funny  Don't start duckin and runnin when it go to gunnin bout my money  And sonny, don't be stuntin and lookin funny  When I ask about my mutha fuckin money  That shit there aint nothin funny  Don't start duckin and runnin when it go to gunnin bout my money  And sonny, don't be stuntin and lookin funny  Have my mutha fuckin money    [Trick Daddy]  I read in the Book of Thugs, Chapter A.K Verse 47  And it tells me all thugs niggas go to heaven  But between the lines of verses 48 and 9  Is what ya thug nigga's, drug dealin and doin time  But verse 100, talks bout my money  Say's its full of blood so all memphis is funny  But nigga I don't want to hold your gold  I just want to free your soul   And be found somewhere in public when all this shit unfolds  I done gave ya two bricks, and you aint gave me back shit  You runnin around in your new bubble lights   When verse sit lookin sick  I aint here to hold ur sing, I just want my cream  and you can keep your little watch and ring that go bling bling    [Chorus]    [Trick Daddy]  Now all this huffin and puffin   aint goin to get you young fuck nigga's nothin  But a shit bag and bullet holes through your bloody clothes  Out of all the nigga's you mutha fuckin know  I should have been the last nigga you want to muthafuckin know  I'll meet ya at your front door, and im bringin my calico  Nigga if u aint got my flow ur ass gotta go  We'll get you mammy and all and layin em down on the front room floor  Bout to do em all cuz I done have problems bout all this shit unfolden  Bout my money, I came at it, and your son ain't have it  Now this nigga I owe is goin to be the next nigga to go  I only got 20 G's, and I owe 'em 84  It ain't my muthafuckin fault, I'm short bout 64  This nigga aint goin to fuck me no more    [Trick talking]    [Chorus]