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(feat. Blaze) [Chorus: x4] I'm Bout Money, Bitch I'm Bout Money I'm Bout Money, Bitch I'm Bout Money Bitch I'm, Bitch I'm Bout Money I'm On A Chase For That Paper [Verse 1:] I'm bout money it's M.O.B Benz, Grants, that's all I see Brown paper bag, pass that to me Grab that duffel bag out the backseat Die for the cheddar I carry that llama Stack it in the winter so I shine for the summer Yeah, what you really know bout that? I come like [? ] bring a little back You wanna build a stack? Nigga what's that? At least stack 10 so I can get a good pack I get gwop, understand that I'm way in the front, y'all way in the back Gimme my keys you not valet My Mazaratti, your Chevrolet Haters can't stop me I'm on my shit I love gwop baby that's my bitch Letras de cancionesAnd I always give back to the hood nigga When I roll through they say Baby D's a good nigga Feelin good nigga Lookin good nigga Put your knot in the air if you're a money go-getta Raw-I'm [? ] on hatas Black [? ] black chain I'm [? ] Fall? Hell naw not me playa Call Me if you bout that paper [Chorus] [Verse 2:] If you bout money We bout money Throw it in the air Make it rain 100s I get gwop Monday thru Sunday Never sleep on me Never seen me comin Check my resume ya boy top notch Take it from the rainbow straight to the pot Think I'm broke? Nope I'm not Pants on my ankles, that's that gwop Then Oomp sat down with Koch Made them a promise we'll never ever flop Came from the bottom straight to the top Nigga Ain't been the same since Pac Look around this muthaf**ka a lotta niggas shocked While he out he take my spot DOWN A lotta niggas left but I stayed down Make you bow down nigga gimme that crown Never met a nigga like me A-Town fresh guchi from my head to my feet 10 toes, stuntin on my bunyan [? ] I wonder how long you can keep them on-ya Funny I see a nigga laughin but ain't shit funny Straight to the bank I'm countin my money A-Town's secret weapon yup I'm comin Big Oomp Records gotta keep that bumpin From Letras Mania