If You Want This Money lyrics

You are now entering a Bad Boy zone (3x)

Yeah!



[Morock]

This is for the niggas who ain`t got shit to love

I cripple thugs, just because

You not Jada but you could, kiss the slugs

Until your place hit up

Rap niggas in the studio, wasting bucks

You`re better off making sure papi know your name well

Guess who ghostwrite for me, my brain sails/sells

Now believe it, better place checks

Bad Boy, big things nigga, HF



[Classy Freddie Blassy]

I put it down for mine, my crew live a life of crime

Constantly non-stop, when they on the climb

And BK, no such thing, it`s dark

The sun go down, the tool start to spark

Outline in chalk, moms lift the part

Cases handle in the street, motherfuck the court

Shouldn`t talk the talk, you can`t walk the walk

It`s The Hoodfellaz, what the fuck y`all thought?



[G. Dep - Chorus]

Now if you want this money baby

Then I guess you in the right place

And if your mind ain`t right sugar

Then you need to get up outta my face

So what`s the deal?

Cant` ya see how a nigga feel?

And let me know if you gon` ride tonight

Cause this paper we makin` is real, all day



[Verse]

It`s like that y`all (that y`all)

Don`t get it twisted with the rap y`all (rap y`all)

Still walk around with the gat y`all (gat y`all)

Don`t make me have to point it at y`all (at y`all)

And clap y`all (clap y`all)

That`s how I see things goin`

Chains showin`, rings glowin`, Range Rovin`

And my nigga push ki`s like Beethoven

It`s gonna stay like that till the pearly gates open



[P. Diddy]

And here we go {overlaps Verse`s last line

Aiyyo, let`s get it where it needs to be

Tuned in to the, P-the-D, please believe

I told y`all it`s on for life

The only bars I ever be behind is the one`s I co-write

Hold it down, hold the crown

What I gotta brag for? Y`all should know by now

Cats talk this and that, so we rip the track

This a fact, it`s a wrap, uh!



(Chorus)



[G. Dep]

Yo, yo

Niggas mad at the fact we bad

Man I won`t stop like a New York taxicab

If your shit wack, we burn

If you got beef, we come back like a tax return

We get money, hold money, no quotas

We gon` fuck around and do this murder, no motive

Aiyyo, I burn more

Wait till I drop it, then you can learn more (Why?)

Cause you a turn-off



[Poppa Sims]

Numb in my veins

And bought enough to numbin` the brain

Lovin` the brain, let a slob till it`s come and arrange

Strollin` the block, honey holdin` the glock

1-9, come on baby, it`s crunch time

In a truck blue, yellin` my fuck you`s

Doin` a buck-2, circle hoods like Doug Ghouls

Huggin` the piece, ha ha, Sim is the word on the street

Come on, I can make dessert outta beef



(Chorus - till fade)