Gucci Mane - Bet Money Lyrics
Break a line to a bunch of dimes then you grind upMoney got me sure my ass can't even hold my pants upTwenty niggas standing on the flat all getting offFound a jacket, get em bro, late with his head softTry me in the six, I'ma raise this forty five upShave a brick, put it back together, that's a lineupWe mix the chick, use a little cut, that's a temp fadeAnd if he got a chopper never ever bring a switchbladeI'm a multimillionaire, I got a couple hundred on meAnd no more mac, I told the scrap, I make you stick yourself like TonyI give a nigga my whole stash if he can take this jewelry off meAnd I'm so bossy in my altar, smoking kush and sipping coffeeWalk, walk, walkThey said I couldn't get rich, I hid that money (pick up that money)All that sideline talk don't make no moneyBout that bread, y'all niggas out here too funny (y'all niggas too funny)Hit your ***** then leave her with no money (she broke)They said I couldn't get rich, I hid that money (I did it)All that sideline talk don't make no money (y'all niggas out crocked)Bout that bread, y'all niggas out here too funnyI hit your ***** then leave her with no moneyMoney is a motto, if you speak it then I'm with yaAny sideline nigga, they get cropped out the pictureIf you ask me, yeah I'm ready, got your hoe on a missionCatch me running through your city like a damn politicianBoy I'm all about a chickShe don't ask no questions, boy she all about the nigSay she want to crash so I let my partners ripLooking at this nigga that stay flyer than a jetThey don't hear me yetI'ma get that check, that moneyY'all niggas out here funnyYou know y'all nigga on the goGotta have that green light gumbyI'ma fool with it though, too clumsyOn the clock monday through sundayEveryday gotta get that moneyAnd I learned that from the big homieThey said I couldn't get rich, I hid that money (pick up that money)All that sideline talk don't make no moneyBout that bread, y'all niggas out here too funny (y'all niggas too funny)Hit your ***** then leave her with no money (she broke)They said I couldn't get rich, I hid that money (I did it)All that sideline talk don't make no money (y'all niggas out crocked)Bout that bread, y'all niggas out here too funnyI hit your ***** then leave her with no moneyI'm like eleven of them back, give me that *****ing walkie talkieThen get lost cause when you said you'd never cross me then you crossed meAnd these hoes count the vapors like biz marqueeIt's since they brought me these keys, niggas idolize meCritics criticize me, haters sabotage meI get angry then I cut through whoever camouflaged veepBetter workers, that's my killers, ain't gonna jeopardize meI know these ***** niggas with they could paralyze meWalk, walk, walkThey said I couldn't get rich, I hid that money (pick up that money)All that sideline talk don't make no moneyBout that bread, y'all niggas out here too funny (y'all niggas too funny)Hit your ***** then leave her with no money (she broke)They said I couldn't get rich, I hid that money (I did it)All that sideline talk don't make no money (y'all niggas out crocked)Bout that bread, y'all niggas out here too funnyI hit your ***** then leave her with no money
