C-BO - Money by the Ton Lyrics
If you've got a ton of big face hundred dollar billsHow much money would you have?And every hundred dollar bill weigh a gramAnd there's 28 grams in an ounce and there's 16 ounces in a poundHow many pounds is it in a ton?Got to be about your uhh, uhh, uhh.....[Verse One: C-Bo]I slide thru, the 5-double 0 drop S-C'97 Sport and shorts and matchin jew-elsWorth about a quarter, mil-ticket is how we dressTrue ballers fakin meal tickets up in the WestI know you wanna touch us cos at the clubs you ladies rush usCos we're all about our cash, luxury livin and hoes love itHavin money by the ton, Rolex and BossaliniA nuchi give Versace cologne, now wanna see meAt my best or worst? I gets paper when I burstRepeatedly, heated, dumpin low-low's, you know I'll burstTo get my cash on, I spin the A-1 dollaFor money by the ton, come get it with no soda[Chorus: Mississippi]Money by the ton, that's the way it comesWe all, get paidOoohhhh ooohhhh, we makeMoney by the ton, that's the way it comesWe all, get paidOooohhhhh[Verse Two: C-Bo]I'm all about the paper, nothin can come between thatBut Lexus, fully diamondback, ???? and bald capsHoller "Thug", that's what we be, who you see?Steepin out of ragboys, cornises and BentleysSix million dollar homes, we stays to the flowNow how much cash can you stack in a twenty thousand pound boat?It's money by the tons, fo' sho' homey and all hundsAnd if ya get past the gate, cameras and pitbulls, you can have someFlossin, no one flosses like bosses doBut caution, when they float cos the wrong step, bodyguards swoopTo protect those, diamond RolexosSippin that XO on chromed-up leaky's and Lexo'sI put it down, pound for pound, surrounded by the millionsFancy cars, movie stars tryin to make a billionCome show them my cash bundle, you are a pocketAddicted to money, they can't stop it, it's daily comin by the ton[Chorus][Verse Three: C-Bo]Now how you picture mad loot, stretch Rolls and rag Coupes?Big faces laced, I want all my dollars brand newI stand true to the game, on loot to the money trainRolex's and diamond rings, big bodies with the blowed brainsI bring the pain to get the cash like Jesse JamesTil the wild wild West is drained by Major PainWho got the loot? Big bodied Coupes and S-ClassesAnd when we swoop, kickin the loot or catchin casketLoad up the rigs, with crazy big-faced hundsHeaded for the drug, still weighin it by the tonCos money makes the world go round, stackin off-shore accountsWaitin on the ?????So be a baller, got to keep it on the slunderMilli'ns by the hundred, transactions thru account numbersMore money than you ever seen in big faced hundsComin in a hundred and twenty million every ton[Chorus x2]
