Gangsta Boo - Money And Powder Lyrics
1 - money and the powder, money and the powder(misses gangsta boo got the) money and the powder (yup)Money and the powder, money and the powder(niggas pagin me for my) money and the powderMoney and the powder, money and the powder(I got all you *****es jade, cuz of) money and the powderMoney and the powder, money and the powder(up 24/7, cuz my) money and the powder[gangsta boo]I got the money and the powderYeah, got the *****in dollas, 40Increasin hoursTrade your whole damn life for itOnly tryin to be the richest *****That roam the city streetsKeep a bird flyin to the southFor a winters peakSouth folk put me up on gameCuz the game aint changedStill the same wayLikin me and your momma gazeRappin get ya paidThats cool, Im havin fun, seeLive on stage, gangsta boo is what they call meGood sense of humorKinda funny once you get to knowMoney over *****es, once on topYou dont hear me thoughStay smokin greenCuz I got it like thatI stay up on some pure shitOn and poppin like thatSo if you try to break meNever will you succeedCuz a ***** like me, always got a plan bWith hypnotize mindsBlindin *****es when we come throughTo all enquiring mindsYours truly, gangsta booRepeat 1[gangsta boo]Its kinda hard bein the lady that I am, you seeWithout a shiesty ass nigga tryin to get with meBut we gon ride and get highGlidin deep in the nightIn your pearl mercedes fixed with the blue headlightsOkay, its on, pop the domWhat about the 100, percent pure that you promised meBefore you go underCall me lady, me, noIm takin over your hoodBecause its on, goodYellin that Im wishin you wouldTry to gank me for my shitNever buyin ya babyI be the one that rock your cradleCome and play with me babyYee know, its bout the moneyIt aint bout nothin elseDont try to play me *****Be *****in tryin to play with yourselfIf its cool, then its coolIf its not, then its notIf ya ass actin shady, if its bricked or rockedDont be crossin like a God when youre dealin with meIts not so easy bein hardWhatcha tryin to be?Repeat 1[gangsta boo]What a trip, I got you *****es wantin to roll with meBut back in 1993, you wouldnt ***** with meBut now I got an album outLook at tv, Im on itNow youre lookin for some famePlus all my niggas, you want emNever that, I cant be usin groupiesTo call em friendsBecause my money and my powder would be gone in the endI cant depend on you *****es when Im in some troubleBlow your bump and ***** me upOnce imma ***** you up ?Get your squad, what they gon do? (not shit)I thought you knewWith my black hooded crewWe gon come and get youCuz we got money to makeWhatever nigga it takeWe got some kis in this shitWe gotta bring home some playIt aint no limit in this because we real to the factIf your ass black, you know you gotta hustle for scrapsSo imma hollaThanks for listenin all my ghetto girls and boysFirst comes money, then the powderThen relax, and youll enjoyRepeat 1
