Got Money (feat. Dirty Red, Lava Izzo & Mic Christmas) (feat. Mic Christmas, Dirty Red & Lava Izzo)

Oh man, I like this, I like this, 2008, I got money in my pocket, we going to war niggas We ready, big game music, DJ Big T We got money, we smoke the finest dro And hit the hottest hoes We got money, we smoke the finest dro And hit the hottest hoes Rent out your night spot, Take your girl home and play with a G-spot A couple bank accounts, a couple business moves What I'm finna do is go back to the weed spot A couple green knots, and I done seen plots I used to have a couple fiends, tryna lean and rock I want the cabbage and the cheese, the cream of the crop Shit, I'm tryna triple up and call it a wop They say Quentin Tarantino, he getting alot I'm lava Izzo, Jalapeno, I'll Nino yo block Gettin' money, fuckin' bitches a lot Mess their hair up and tell them hoes to fix they mouth Y'all my niggas rollin' haze by the box Who got the chop, the Pisces But this ain't my first day off the dock And I don't play when I say, when I say what I got Yo, Dirty red, tell them niggas what we got We got money, we smoke the finest dro And hit the hottest hoes We got money, we smoke the finest dro And hit the hottest hoes We got money, we smoke the finest dro And hit the hottest hoes We got money, we smoke the finest dro And hit the hottest hoes We got money, no need to act funny I'm the young Hugh Hef, looking for my next bunny I heard you got the ice cream, we can make a sundae Face like a model, like she stepped right off a runway Ass so fat, could she be the next Beyonce Thought she was a groupie, by the way, she was all on me Smoked a couple blunts and a nigga was on it Beat the pussy up till six in the morning We balling, y'all are not scoring While yo ass still stuck in the hood, we touring Too many hoes to pick, we fucking all of them Spent twelve hundred for these new Air Jordans If y'all niggas making it rain, my shit pouring Hoes like, look at that doe, it keep falling We got money, we smoke the finest dro And hit the hottest hoes We got money, we smoke the finest dro And hit the hottest hoes We got money, we smoke the finest dro And hit the hottest hoes We got money, we smoke the finest dro And hit the hottest hoes I fucked the hoes before you seen them in the magazine Your boy so fresh, you can call him Mr. Clean Plus the swag I mean, I paid a grip on them jeans I ball from Raleigh, all the way to Yao Ming I keep my money clean, neck, wrist, stay froze I never touch dope, I leave that for my kinfolk It's all good, situations could be worse Doing non-stop and J-Bully the verse I started from nothing and made this shit into a lot Them hoes that dissed you, I bagged them on the spot So go ahead and ref, but I call my own shots My money like a clock, cause the cheddar never stops They cut my wings, but yeah, I'm still fly I'm blowing purple haze in the Chevy getting high Lava getting dough, Scion getting dough Two money's getting dough, shit, need I say more We got money, we smoke the finest dro And hit the hottest hoes We got money, we smoke the finest dro And hit the hottest hoes We got money, we smoke the finest dro And hit the hottest hoes We got money, we smoke the finest dro And hit the hottest hoes