Loaded Lux - Bout my money Lyrics
I'm all about my money,You know it.I'm all about my money[Verse 1]Gotta make it, communities rest in gatedGet investigated we just engaging for jets to VegasHeaded to the bay, either check-ins and savingsJust when you thought my success was getting famous, *****I'm all about my moneyJust think all of this gold started as goals on the road caught in the cold to put something hot on the stoveWarm up the load, Loaded put something on em on lowMy DNA lead the way to the bank that harvest the codesHard to be chose in a world that's judgmentalNo love, went through the options, was scarce: some menu.But some men do what they gotta, watch him gon' ***** with youThe sign of the dollar: that one symbol makes trust simpleLife is a *****, and the average brother don't love herI told sisters- either baby mama or married motherI carry the wonders and the attitude of a hustlerI let you relish in thoughts 'til you catch up to what I musterYou must a been somewhere other than this country's just a come-upThe world is covered in colors but everyone loves the greenYoung teen on the drug scene that run thingsI touch your soul until I leave prints.What's up, King![Hook]I'm heading to bank so you know I'm feeling fineGet your own paper, don't worry 'bout mine.If you see me on the block then that mean I'm on my grindThe only sign I'm throwing up, niggas, dollar signs.'cos I'm all about my money,Yeah, and I don't care what you haters gotta sayI'm 'bout my moneyAnd I don't care what you *****es gotta sayI'm 'bout my money[Interlude: Smack White]It's not about the big names no more because a lot of the big names thatActually perform on the stage ain't delivering the quality battles and theQuality, you know, performance that we looking for. You got dudes that's choke in the first round. They looking at this like is this the pay date?[Verse 2]Another classic for under-class men and lowered passionWhat I produce in the booth when in front of glass, ain't no underpasses to runIt past usSomeone's asking about Summer Madness I told em these questions you come atSmack withSmack him and ask him "why wouldn't the ***** would he double backwards?"Lux is a master how can a hollow fill in the gap whenPunch him, attacking rappers before Puffy was in the raftersBusta gon' feel the rapture. The glass splash off the chaptersImagine me 'round them clothes racksI'm the reason battle rap niggas can close racks. Where the cold at?You know I love the art, but will the art love me back and who I got in myHeartA father got to do his part. Been true from the startBut soldier I told em I'm gon' marchIt was him, Chico and Beasley came to see me, that was MarchFirst one off the strength just to show him the strengthWow, you want a mile off an inch[Hook]I'm heading to bank so you know I'm feeling fineGet your own paper, don't worry 'bout mine.If you see me on the block then that mean I'm on my grindThe only sign I'm throwing up, niggas, dollar signs.'cos I'm all about my money,Yeah, and I don't care what you haters gotta sayI'm 'bout my moneyAnd I don't care what you *****es gotta sayI'm 'bout my money
