If You Want This Money(feat G Dep The Hoodfellaz Lyrics

If You Want This Money(feat G Dep The Hoodfellaz 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]