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Yeah, ayy, huh, ayy Ridin' with the .40, ridin' with the .40 with a beam, hey, yeah Dollar signs all I see If it ain't 'bout the money, I ain't worried 'bout it, yeah If it ain't 'bout the money, huh, ayy Ridin' with the .40, ridin' with the .40 with a beam, hey, yeah Dollar signs all I see If it ain't 'bout the money, I ain't worried 'bout it, yeah If it ain't 'bout the money Hmm, I'm on the beach with my feet up, ayy Everybody say I'm switchin', I don't speak up, no, hmm, ayy I just turn my speakers up, hmm, ayy I just turn my speakers up, huh I'm movin' on just like my lease was up, ayy And I'm still poppin' these percs Lil' bitch, I'm geekin' up, huh I might fuck that lil' hoe if she freak enough, ayy Then I have a new bitch 'fore the week was up, ayy Ridin' with the .40, ridin' with the .40 with a beam, hey, yeah Dollar signs all I see If it ain't 'bout the money, I ain't worried 'bout it, yeah If it ain't 'bout the money, huh, ayy Ridin' with the .40, ridin' with the .40 with a beam, hey, yeah Dollar signs all I see If it ain't 'bout the money, I ain't worried 'bout it, yeah (Yeah, ayy) If it ain't 'bout the money (Yeah, ayy, ayy) Now I grind for that money, I got that green, yeah I'm grindin' for that cheese, yeah, that cheese, yeah I run off with your honey, she off the bean, yeah She wanna stay the week I make her leave now, ayy Get higher, yeah, on the West side, yeah All my life, yeah, think that I'ma die here I put some money off to the side, yeah Take a ride with me, yeah Ridin' with the .40, ridin' with the .40 with a beam, hey, yeah Dollar signs all I see If it ain't 'bout the money, I ain't worried 'bout it, yeah If it ain't 'bout the money, huh, ayy Ridin' with the .40, ridin' with the .40 with a beam, hey, yeah Dollar signs all I see If it ain't 'bout the money, I ain't worried 'bout it, yeah (Ayy) If it ain't 'bout the money (Ayy) (Grra!) One day they caught me loafin' after droppin' off my bitch They sent a couple shots but I'm just glad that nigga missed Ducked down and started clapping, tried to flip that hoe, whip But I would rather take a life before my my mama see me stiff (Ayy, that's on my mama) So I'm clutchin' on that .44 when I'm trippin' Trey paralyzed but I'm just glad that nigga livin' Please don't come to me when that nigga granny end up missin' I was cooling out in Cali, workin', bitch, I was gettin' it Ridin' with the .40, ridin' with the .40 with a beam, hey, yeah Dollar signs all I see If it ain't 'bout the money, I ain't worried 'bout it, yeah If it ain't 'bout the money, huh, ayy Ridin' with the .40, ridin' with the .40 with a beam, hey, yeah Dollar signs all I see If it ain't 'bout the money, I ain't worried 'bout it, yeah If it ain't 'bout the money
Writer(s): William Cas Delelles, Vas Coleman, Nick Simmons, Ari Starace, Landon Von Cube Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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