Money Songtext
von E‐40

Money in my jeans, goin′ stupid on hoes (Money)
Ballin' like this, you don′t gotta pack clubs (Ballin')
Money in my jeans, goin' stupid on hoes (Money)
Ballin′ like this, you don′t gotta pack clubs (Ballin')
Money, money, money, money
Money, money, money, money


Tall cats, they said I won′t last, but I surpassed
Every nigga that hated, look at me, mama, I made it
I started with a pinch of that yowder when I was jugglin'
Then my yaper started triplin′, quadruplin' and sextuplin′
Northern California where the hustlers reside
Where we learn to keep our silence like carbon monoxide
Some of my homies go to school to be a cook or a chef
Some of my fellas in the slums sell marijuana and meth
Never met Condoleezza, but I had rice for sale
On a hillside of Vallejo, helpin' my mama pay her bail
Takin' my chances on goin′ to jail
Avoidin′ them prison walls and them cells
Every now and then I like to spoil myself
Got rich thrice, then I did it again
Shout out to Obama for lettin' my folks up out the pen
Every day my birthday, I don′t know about you
Sometimes I act my age, sometimes the size of my shoe
Bitch!

Money in my jeans, goin' stupid on hoes (Money)
Ballin′ like this, you don't gotta pack clubs (Ballin′)
Money in my jeans, goin' stupid on hoes (Money)
Ballin' like this, you don′t gotta pack clubs (Ballin′)
Money in my jeans, goin' stupid on hoes (Money)
Ballin′ like this, you don't gotta pack clubs (Ballin′)
Money in my jeans, goin' stupid on hoes (Money)
Ballin′ like this, you don't gotta pack clubs (Ballin')
My nigga, I got (Money) I need (Money)
I got (Money) I need (Money)
I got (Money) We need (Money)
I got (Money) I need (Money)


Bandit, ′cause Chicken McNuggets, we gettin′ guala
Ain't no tellin′ what niggas do for a dollar
On my mama and them kids, I was down on my dick
Took twenty to the lot, drive down on a Benz
Security at the gate, hold it down where I live
He probably hit for ten thousand in tips
Perimeter been circled when I'm houndin′ a bitch
Better run it concurrent when I'm housin′ a bitch, for real
Quarter million, no deal, my nigga
Scramblin' in the field for chicken, I gotta get it
Rubber band wrapped around wads full of digits
I'm just tryna move my mom out them trenches
Seven-fifty for this liquid that I′m kissin′
Deposit for the show was pocketed, can't miss it (Uh-huh)
Me and 40 been chasin′ the same mission (Yeah)
Mozzarella fetchin', a fella been good at grittin′ (For real)

Money in my jeans, goin' stupid on hoes (Money)
Ballin′ like this, you don't gotta pack clubs (Ballin')
Money in my jeans, goin′ stupid on hoes (Money)
Ballin′ like this, you don't gotta pack clubs (Ballin′)
Money in my jeans, goin' stupid on hoes (Money)
Ballin′ like this, you don't gotta pack clubs (Ballin′)
Money in my jeans, goin' stupid on hoes (Money)
Ballin' like this, you don′t gotta pack clubs (Ballin′)
My nigga, I got (Money) I need (Money)
I got (Money) I need (Money)
I got (Money) I need (Money)
I got (Money) I need (Money)

Uh, American gangster, got nothin' on him
Check my resume, stronger than a triple shot of gin, shit
I play to win, frog skin over-trim
Got twelve zips of that and a pack of Virginia Slims
Don′t care, my nigga, me no scared
Get the whole spread, two-gun Johnny, I dot your head
Code red be my practical tactic
Like receivers on the flat, gettin' back to the capital, right?
Lil′ bop say she workin' under pressure
Strippin′ after hours to cover the next semester
But my only concern about sex when I text her
Brighten up her lecture
Twenty-twos, hop out fresher than Clyde Drexler
Hustlin' professor
Automatic came with night vision and suppressor
Couple bands extra
40 Water told me it's at least a hundred tucked in back of the Tercels

Money in my jeans, goin′ stupid on hoes (Money)
Ballin′ like this, you don't gotta pack clubs (Ballin′)
Money in my jeans, goin' stupid on hoes (Money)
Ballin′ like this, you don't gotta pack clubs (Ballin′)
Money in my jeans, goin' stupid on hoes (Money)
Ballin' like this, you don′t gotta pack clubs (Ballin′)
Money in my jeans, goin' stupid on hoes (Money)
Ballin′ like this, you don't gotta pack clubs (Ballin′)
My nigga, I got (Money) I need (Money)
I got (Money) I need (Money)
I got (Money) I need (Money)
I got (Money) I need (Money)