[Trick Daddy]
  Let's see, what to do today?
  Fuck that I'm goin to get my money
    This one in a.. Thuggin memory
  That thug nigga
  Hollywood nigga
  I did this one in that nigga name
  Hollywood nigga, yall remember that mutha fuckin name
    This bout that mutha fuckin money
  NIGGA!!!!!!
    To kill for cocaine and get a nigga killed
  And a banana peel will get his whole hide flipped
  He's bringin danger to the life of his home boy's
  You can see the moon, but don't let him go alone boy
  Bout my money, we goin to bump heads and it wont be long
  That's why I got two choppers, one for the car, and one for the home
  Got extra grip for when they hold on
  Nextel, instead of these dial tones
  and quarter game for these old tapped ass cell phones
  And new back bone for my new dread homes
  You aint been outta jail long, but nigga you dead wrong
  Bout my money, nigga you shouldn't a played wit it
  You're goin to remember the day when this A.K hit ya.
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    Bout my money
  That shit there aint nothin funny
  Don't start duckin and runnin when it go to gunnin bout my money
  And sonny, don't be stuntin and lookin funny
  When I ask about my mutha fuckin money
  That shit there aint nothin funny
  Don't start duckin and runnin when it go to gunnin bout my money
  And sonny, don't be stuntin and lookin funny
  Have my mutha fuckin money
    [Trick Daddy]
  I read in the Book of Thugs, Chapter A.K Verse 47
  And it tells me all thugs niggas go to heaven
  But between the lines of verses 48 and 9
  Is what ya thug nigga's, drug dealin and doin time
  But verse 100, talks bout my money
  Say's its full of blood so all memphis is funny
  But nigga I don't want to hold your gold
  I just want to free your soul
  And be found somewhere in public when all this shit unfolds
  I done gave ya two bricks, and you aint gave me back shit
  You runnin around in your new bubble lights
  When verse sit lookin sick
  I aint here to hold ur sing, I just want my cream
  and you can keep your little watch and ring that go bling bling
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    [Trick Daddy]
  Now all this huffin and puffin
  aint goin to get you young fuck nigga's nothin
  But a shit bag and bullet holes through your bloody clothes
  Out of all the nigga's you mutha fuckin know
  I should have been the last nigga you want to muthafuckin know
  I'll meet ya at your front door, and im bringin my calico
  Nigga if u aint got my flow ur ass gotta go
  We'll get you mammy and all and layin em down on the front room floor
  Bout to do em all cuz I done have problems bout all this shit unfolden
  Bout my money, I came at it, and your son ain't have it
  Now this nigga I owe is goin to be the next nigga to go
  I only got 20 G's, and I owe 'em 84
  It ain't my muthafuckin fault, I'm short bout 64
  This nigga aint goin to fuck me no more
    [Trick talking]
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