My Money - Z-Ro

Seem like I run into my haters everywhere I go

And they got something to say

Long as they don’t run up in my face

I ain’t trippin'

I know they mad at me just cause of how often I make my dough

And that is everyday

So I be rollin' with my AK and a banana clip in

Yeah, like Derrick Lewis I’m a beast

Like Larry «Tae Kwon» Crowe I use my feet

I’ll allow you because I lay down the law in these streets

No baking soda needed I am the raw (fuck 'em)

Z-Ro that hoe ass nigga ain’t shit

That’s a rental Bentley that hoe ass nigga ain’t rich

I got a bottle of Macallan 40 I’m 'bout to pop it

Don’t trade the Bentley coupe for the Continental just cop it

Y’all can keep on talkin' I’ll keep stackin' out here

All I hear is my money

Yeah

My Money

Pistol in my britches for you bitches

Ya’ll ain’t takin' shit from me

'Bout my money

Certain people at the record label tried to block my shine

But I am the sun

Thirteen years later and I’m not done

That’s why they trippin'

They’d rather see me homeless beggin' for nickels and dimes

But I ain’t the one

This big ass house ain’t in the slums

I’m out here gettin' it

They always got that bitter beer face

They ain’t drankin' what I’m drankin' that’s that bitter beer taste

They mad but they can kiss my ass

I shed blood, sweat and tears for this

And this wasn’t overnight either I waited years for this

Amen, I’m thankin' God on my knees and my hands

You know I’d rather keep it holy though

Fuck over me you’re on your way to meet the Holy Ghost

Stop actin' like you know me you don’t really know me hoe

You just know I got that killer kush and want to puff some more

And when I say no you say «Z-Ro a hoe!»

I ain’t trippin' on gas I get fifteen or more or so

I don’t even need to see that much cause I am from a place where I ain’t get to

eat that much

Y’all can keep on talkin' I’ll keep stackin' out here

All I hear is my money

Yeah

My Money

Pistol in my britches for you bitches

Ya’ll ain’t taking shit from me

'Bout my money