(Intro)
Hold the $#&@ up man,
It's what they want, they came for them bars man, nothing less

They came for them bars man
Hit em with that pain,
Let's go, Ransom, Big Mike, let's go

Bring that %#@! in

(Verse)

Don of the coast, sippin Dom on a boat
The calmest approach, even when I'm palming the toast
We're starving and broke, then I just started carving the clothes

Pardon my throat, a little !@^% still the brothers torch
Feel the force, ^!$$%s is dead, that's why I feel remorse
^!$$%s lost, Henny, Gravano, hollows and killing boys

Chilling floss comfortably,
Laid back, in a lap of luxury
Where the crackers love to be,

^!$$%s have to $#&@ with me
Remember when my ^!$$%s couldn't afford timberlands
Coach too little so we was trembling

We ain't had dinner then, living off adrenaline
Now I'm with Serena and Venus playing at Wimbledon
Used to be a simpleton

Now I got knowledge like oriental men
Pulitzer prize and I got it penciled in
Award winner, I teach em the game like Sports Center

I feed em the pain before dinner
Son is a raw sinner, shot to that hollow core
Sharp ^!$$%s get Chris Brown the soon as them bottles tossed

I'm $#&@in with model !@^%s, Giselle Bunchen
Them shells dumpin, them dogs is out, they smell something


(Hook x2)
Drug money, dripping in blood money
Thug money, hope you ain't holding a grudge money

Slug money, ^!$$%s ain't takin this grub from me
If you try just be ready to die, I love money


(Verse)
I love money too, back when I was 22
Running with a hungry crew, I was looking bummy too

Then I hit my ^!$$% Ran, after that yo ^!$$% blew
Got a route from one and not south, back to 22
I had to get a plate, time so set the record straight

Got to put my city on, orange boy, one away
Chyeah, and that's just half of the story
My ^!$$% Ran already gave yall the pain and the glory

I've got the souls to the gangsters before me
(*##$es I used to lust then now we got in a orgy
Nah, don't applaud me

Just make a toast for stores and the last don
Light your cigars, playing cards, my ^!$$% carry on
Our bond's stronger than the roids up in buried bonds

Pinky ring bling, chain swing, got that heavy charm
You see em, I never been irrelevant
So hoes blow longer than the nose on an elephant

I never gave a $#&@ so I remain celibate
I'm here for the moola, the money, the dead presidents
If you ain't built for this life, homie better pass that

Before I put the strap to your head like the snap back
Your pass whack, talking like you really stash crack
In the crack of your $$# until you get yo $$# cracked

See this is hip-hop and we don't fabricate
Let me elaborate, I swear that these rappers fake


(Hook x2)
Drug money, dripping in blood money
Thug money, hope you ain't holding a grudge money

Slug money, ^!$$%s ain't takin this grub from me
If you try just be ready to die, I love money