Lyrics Money - Lost Boyz

Yeah, word up, what's up man?
Word, word, word we was like what's going on with the game man
I'm poppin off too (everybody making moves in music)
Ay LB fam in the da building Lzz, ay-ayo
Yup, they need to liven up (up)
I bang my shit out for 25 and up
For all my grown folks who be getting they grown on
Clothes crispy, turn my microphone on
The kid feels good I came through, I three pieced it
I was laying low but yo' the beast still released it
So, I had to put it in the rap game, need it
Drink in my hand, ya man is getting weeded
Shit another day another buck
Pretty lady following me in my truck
Doing what I do, skate through, collect fetti
Rain all sunny have that money ready
Professional money
That mixtape money
My boys make money
My chicks make money
Man restaurant comin', put it in a few cities
I'ma rebel after I bag a few smitties I'm gone
I say one footer, two footer
Don't be coming with that you coulda
'Cause you coulda prolly' do better
Bad bitches on me but I let you sweat her
Walk through the valley of heat
But I stay cool weather the storm
Violators do him harm but I'll never disrespect
Who put me on (put me on)
Salute OG (cheeks)
As I sit and roll these trees
And reminisce about the freak
And RIP to ones to deceased and I'm gone
Shit another day another buck
Pretty lady following me in my truck
Doing what I do, skate through, collect fetti
Rain all sunny, have that money ready
Professional money
That mixtape money
My boys make money
My chicks make money
Man restaurant comin' put it in a few cities
I'ma rebel after I bag a few smitties I'm gone
Chrys you know we getting money
Like the bank, everyday the bees be making honey
So you better have my fucking money
I know you know the song, bitch just have my fucking money
This is LB so we ridin' in the mack truck
Start talking like a bitch and get smacked up
We make the type of noise to make you wanna back up
Smackin' up a pig now he need back up
LB start attacking yeh they acting outta order
They pants too tight yeh jacking like my daughter (haha)
Shit another day another buck
Pretty lady following me in my truck
Doing what I do, skate through, collect fetti
Rain all sunny, have that money ready
Professional money
That mixtape money
My boys make money
My chicks make money
Man restaurant comin', put it in a few cities
I'ma rebel after I bag a few smitties I'm gone