I Need More Money

Uh, all this done, shit

Four Horsemen, yeah

Freeze, can't win, see I move out, you ****

No good

**** freeze, put your hands in the sky

If you're wonderin' why, ****

You fiendin' to die (Die)

We get the cash, pull it up

And the stash, two hundred puss on the dash

You the look in my eyes (See the look)

I'm like ooh

I need more money, like ooh (I need that money)

I need more money, like ooh

I need more money, like ooh

(Gotta preach it)

I need more money right now

****, we fiend to hit the garter-choke

Trash-pack ****, pick your garbage up

I can't understand

How people still fuckin' with this ****, he's a bitch (Bitch)

That's what she never did, he ain't never had it trimmed

In his old life, that **** still looked

On a double rat, don't touch him

That **** will shoot, pow-pow (Yeah)

While you're speakin' and murderin' your bitch

Can't a **** in no prison tell you about the snitch, uh-uh

I was Rambo, had a little hand

Ready to go to war if you try to touch the channel

Randall Cunningham, scramble, scandels

Always I get caught, yeah, from Harlem to Boston

Money up, piggy-ring lawsuit

Baby on the streets, fuck is you **** talkin'? (Talkin')

Got these rappers tryna sabotage the fall's dawn

Gamers, guess what? This shit is only screamers

Yeah, freeze, put your hands in the sky

If you're wonderin' why, ****

You fiendin' to die (Die)

We get the cash, pull it up

And the stash, two hundred puss on the dash

You the look in my eyes (See the look)

I'm like ooh

I need more money, like ooh

I need more money, like ooh

I need more money, like ooh

I need more money right now

Shit now, nobody could do it like the boss does it

Baby, I can floss on you, baby, I can

Strive to be the greatest

Look at these bird gang bitches, they tryna fade us

Look at how he got what you **** are

I gave 'em a wave, I'd rather you **** touch

'Stead I gotta put up with this bullshit

Lip singing bitches that he doin' it

Heavy coke products, that he movin' it

24/7 we be trappin' in the hood

Gettin' it together, my ****, no matter what the weather

I'ma put it where your heart beats

Stop a ****'s blood-flow

All you gotta do is let a thug know

If I gotta go

I'ma be remembered as a great, me and Dame Grease

We come from the same street

We come with that Gangrene (Gangrene, baby)

We come with that goomber

Get you bitches wavy with a two-squirt

Put 'em up, freeze, put your hands in the sky

If you're wonderin' why, ****

You fiendin' to die (Die)

We get the cash, pull it up

And the stash, two hundred puss on the dash

You the look in my eyes (See the look)

I'm like ooh

I need more money, like ooh

I need more money, like ooh

I need more money, like ooh

I need more money right now