Songtexte Money n da Wall - Young Buck

I got bricks in my trunk, kush in my blunt
All this fucking money, all I wanna do is stunt
Like fuck em, fuck em, fuck em
Like fuck em, fuck em, fuck em
I got money in the walls, pounds in the floor
All this fucking money where the fuck you wanna go like
Like fuck em, fuck em, fuck em
Like fuck em, fuck em, fuck em
Police trying to kill me, bitches want my baby
I keep smoking weed so my po think Im crazy
I got niggas round me crazy, they dont wanna work
Dont wanna sell this meat, but they wanna smoke this purp
And my mama trying to save me, keep saying go to church
No this aint how you raised me, but your sun preserve
My homeys bitches wanna flirt, she saw me in the club
Get the pulling on my shirt, knowing man he gotta go
I stay on my family biz, for real I wish him well
They get mad about pety shit Im gonna kill him if they tell
Yeah he won a half of brick, but Im gonna give him 12
Cause he shot me on the last leg when I didnt had my scale
Cocaine bought Camaros, heroine bought my home
Bitch I was in bankruptcy and nobody had no loans
I got it on my own and then my money long
I tell where to meet me motherfucker I
I got bricks in my trunk, kush in my blunt
All this fucking money, all I wanna do is stunt
Like fuck em, fuck em, fuck em
Like fuck em, fuck em, fuck em
I got money in the walls, pounds in the floor
All this fucking money where the fuck you wanna go like
Like fuck em, fuck em, fuck em
Like fuck em, fuck em, fuck em
I puff blow money, I tilt down in the jet
We fill out everythang
Couple millions on me, I be big dog stunting
My chevy game right
My old school do new tricks, my Bentley game
Im with cant quit that dirty sprite
Blowing.
And we dont give a fuck because we get it by the night
Then chill out in my house, half of mille worth of ice
I got money in the wall, I ball off the
Got a thousand pounds of meat and a thousand pounds of purple
I keep money in my sofa
Ima count the money over
And I keep some bitches over, then drank purple when I pull up
Shes so fuck her, think Im bout to throw up
I got bricks in my trunk, kush in my blunt
All this fucking money, all I wanna do is stunt
Like fuck em, fuck em, fuck em
Like fuck em, fuck em, fuck em
I got money in the walls, pounds in the floor
All this fucking money where the fuck you wanna go like
Like fuck em, fuck em, fuck em
Like fuck em, fuck em, fuck em .