Tekster:
Ja Rule Bitch Betta Have My Money

sets his and hers Keep ya hoes on point Tell them watch the fuzz Cause Bitch better have my money Keep my ones on top My tens on lock My hoe in the

sets his and hers Keep ya hoes on point Tell them watch the fuzz Cause Bitch better have my money Keep my ones on top My tens on lock My hoe in the drop

Some, ah, ya'll niggas really can't fight Betta get it together getta act right 'Cause when you fuck wid Bone Betta come wid somethin' betta have you

got empty McDonald's cups in my car and my crib She owe me sumthin', bitch betta show me sumthin' Wrap her legs around my waist and start to throw me

perve all that l had to do was stare. Test me now, contend never no surrender no pretend pick up my pen and my hemp all in my trust a friend, friend.

t scared to put it on ya Leave you in a feild in califonia Nigga make money, get money, big money Casue when a motha fucka broke ain't shit funny Betta believe Cash rule

hit tha block(woo shit) On my way to check me a motherfuckin' grip It's about that time I got my hand upon my nine Plus my money be on my mind Stay away

Bitch back up back up back up bitch back up back up back up back up bitch back up Bitch back up back up back up bitch back up back up back up back up

ya own moves. [Verse 3 - D-Loc] I make my own moves so I set my own pace, I got my own rules double-dash is the name I do my own thing like the president