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TRICK DADDY lyrics : "Bout My Money"

[Trick Daddy]
Let's see, what to do today?
$#&@ that I'm goin to get my money


This one in a.. Thuggin memory
That thug ^!$$%

Hollywood ^!$$%
I did this one in that ^!$$% name
Hollywood ^!$$%, yall remember that mutha $#&@in name


This bout that mutha $#&@in money
!#$%!!!!!!


To kill for cocaine and get a ^!$$% 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 $$# cell phones
And new back bone for my new dread homes
You aint been outta jail long, but ^!$$% you dead wrong

Bout my money, ^!$$% 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 %#@! 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 $#&@in money
That %#@! 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 $#&@in money


[Trick Daddy]
I read in the Book of Thugs, Chapter A.K Verse 47
And it tells me all thugs ^!$$%s go to heaven

But between the lines of verses 48 and 9
Is what ya thug ^!$$%'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 ^!$$% I don't want to hold your gold
I just want to free your soul

And be found somewhere in public when all this %#@! unfolds
I done gave ya two bricks, and you aint gave me back %#@!
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 $#&@ ^!$$%'s nothin

But a %#@! bag and bullet holes through your bloody clothes
Out of all the ^!$$%'s you mutha $#&@in know
I should have been the last ^!$$% you want to mutha$#&@in know

I'll meet ya at your front door, and im bringin my calico
^!$$% if u aint got my flow ur $$# 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 %#@! unfolden
Bout my money, I came at it, and your son ain't have it
Now this ^!$$% I owe is goin to be the next ^!$$% to go

I only got 20 G's, and I owe 'em 84
It ain't my mutha$#&@in fault, I'm short bout 64
This ^!$$% aint goin to $#&@ me no more


[Trick talking]


[Chorus]

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