Drug Money

[Young Buck (Troy Ave):]
These niggas must not be cooking no coke
(They ain't cooking they just fronting you heard!)
These bitches must be used to being broke
(Hand on the bible I'm a man of my word)
Well! I got yayo for sale I got kush for smoke
I ain't sell no shit, I'm a push the dope
Money, hoes and clothes I'm talking 'bout the good life
So now you know what drug money look like

[Young Buck:]
Miracle whip it, spreading the coke over the bread
Keep the Dr. Dre knife with me to poke you in the head
I let my white girl sniff it made her open up her legs
My nigga Rudolph snorts it until his nose turned red
A damn shame, I'm the reason you can't find your vein
If your daddy stealing out your mama's purse I'm to blame
Tryin get that i8 but I gotta find the name
I ain't got no credit I just got cocaine
I mean these niggas was like he's paying car notes
Your wrist don't twist that's the reason you are broke
You playing with the powder you niggas is all jokes
Comer on dog your never gonna meet Carlos
I'm plugged for real I'm tryin to feed ya'll coast
I don't believe your pictures nigga or read y'all post
Your body language telling me you're broke
And plus Obama bout to go, I got my mama weighing up the dope

[Young Buck (Troy Ave):]
These niggas must not be cooking no coke
(They ain't cooking they just fronting you heard!)
These bitches must be used to being broke
(Hand on the bible I'm a man of my word)
Well! I got yayo for sale I got kush for smoke
I ain't sell no shit, I'm a push the dope
Money, hoes and clothes I'm talking 'bout the good life
So now you know what drug money look like

[Troy Ave:]
Alright alright, niggas know what drug money look like
All my jewels shine nigga I don't need good light (BLING!)
All my bitches bad but my foreign a good type (Alright)
S-Class bands but my Porsche had the hood like
That nigga rich (Rich) that nigga gets (Gets)
Money motherfucker he started with selling bricks (Powder)
We'll add a little extra, compress it to get the chips
But he stay wise, still lays on his Vicks
The boy hide his grits, the boy pot ain't grits
Might use a microwave if I'm trying to do it quick
I counter-clock the yay and the fork, that's water whipped
And sit in on the papes then dry it, I lose a pinch
But what the fuck is the point when you're dealing with joints boy
Whole birds, covert wit' it so no Troy
Chilling in the jail, rapping to my Brazil
I ain't chillin'to chilly chill so you won't tell
POWDER!

[Young Buck (Troy Ave):]
These niggas must not be cooking no coke
(They ain't cooking they just fronting you heard!)
These bitches must be used to being broke
(Hand on the bible I'm a man of my word)
Well! I got yayo for sale I got kush for smoke
I ain't sell no shit, I'm a push the dope
Money, hoes and clothes I'm talking 'bout the good life
So now you know what drug money look like

[50 Cent:]
When I say I'm back for spot, I'm in the number one slot bitch
Lights and the cubans that'll fuck up your optics
I'm raw like sushi eat the pussy you chopstick (Yeah)
Niggas go wood honey I'm home in the hood (WOOOOOHOOOOO!!!)
There's no need to test this pure cop it go get it gone
F&N in the palm, extendo in the jaw
You say you 'bout that bullshit well come and get what you want
You niggas looking malnutritioned
100 knots in the yacht skate 'cross the Pacific
'Sposed to be out the loop, funny how I don't miss shit
It's all adding up, these niggas here on some sucker shit
The type niggas when money come I ain't fucking with
Now let's play, let's make a deal
I'll show up with the money and tell you who to kill
Now you say you get busy for real
Put niggas in the church, I pay you with the work

[Young Buck (Troy Ave):]
These niggas must not be cooking no coke
(They ain't cooking they just fronting you heard!)
These bitches must be used to being broke
(Hand on the bible I'm a man of my word)
Well! I got yayo for sale I got kush for smoke
I ain't sell no shit, I'm a push the dope
Money, hoes and clothes I'm talking 'bout the good life
So now you know what drug money look like