when I herbed all y'all E-Money Bags in blood printed on the wall Who you gonna call? Toast busters Niggas who roller coast behind drug connects don't trust
it runs in my fam Cross roads, cross breeds, cross over weak mc's Horse man will always shine, never waste my time [E Money Bags] Crime relation got
t know me all that jealousy shit new enemy shit had me thinkin' on some foul shit, takin' a risk. [Verse 2: E-Money Bags] Money Bags, the mafioso type
when I herbed all ya'll E-money bags in blood printed on the wall Who you gonna call? toast busters Niggas who roller coast behind drug connects don't trust
on To all of my fellas up in jail that's in there gettin' swell That ordered my music, bought my music through music-by-mail We still out here doin' it, we
man Know what I'm sayin' man I wish we just go back sometimes You know what I mean No doubt son, you know we all wish That man, but we goin' through
is how My technique, rover in the robe, gold link You know the code read, suitcase money, stow heat Rock nave's though, hundred dollar bags valet That
they saw some Injuns, why they would kill them too. West or bust, in God we trust, "Let's rape, let's kill, let's steal" We can almost justify, anything we
We gettin' it, so whatchu need? (Gouda) Sick Wid It, so whatchu need? (Chalupa) We doin' way too much (Gouda) We never watered down, we doin' way too
shit is bootleg as a motherfucker [Verse 3:] My girl loves shoppin' so we go to get it poppin' And I'm droppin' all this money on this bootleggers stockin
roll something up Po some'ing up, but I ain't feeling that way Everytime I turn around, another funeral Another away man, how much can we take feel this [E
thigh bitch, D.K.N.Y. bitch So when we get married don't ask a young nigga why bitch [Chorus x4] [E.S.G.] We off the heezy, we off the heezy And if
see the seven seas and Everything in between We heavy and we heavenly so we love whatever we sing From the banks of the Mississippi To the shores of Tripoli we
math is how my technique, rover in the robe, gold link You know the code read, suitcase money, stow heat Rock Navi's though, hundred dollar bags valet
I'm sayin man I wish we just go back sometimes You know what I mean [Spank] No doubt son, you know we all wish that man, but we goin' through transition
fucked up, momma just didn't hug me enough Let's you and I discuss over this bag of dust My plans to make bags, up in God we trust ya'll I ain't gotta
keep shinin' But your time is Winding up You ain't never gonna have enough Even Money got more faith than you cause every dollar says in God we trust