All About The Drug Money

All About The Drug Money Lyrics

(Intro:)
50, the streets gon f**k wit this one
(Hook)
Ya neva seen nothing like this
G-Unit be the gang, I wish a nigga would, boi
f**king wit these bad b**ches
I'm LeBron on ya niggas cuz scorin' in my sh*t, boi
I'm yung Kobe cuz I be dishing
I be handling the rock, I be whipping in the pot, boi
It's all about this f**king drug money
It's all about this f**king drug money
It's all about this f**king drug money
It's all about this f**king drug money
(Verse: Kidd Kidd)
Hot ninety seven, Funk Flex, shut it down!
If ye' ain't know me then, I bet ya know me now
Met a bad b**ch, say we goin' downtown
She thinking bout shopping till I pull my pants down
Come along way from wearing handmedowns
So if ya got yo hand out, I slap it down
MC wit the hammer, can't touch this
I buck sh*t, shoot, stab and cut sh*t
Say ya crawl befo' ya walk but nigga I run sh*t
All the hating just constipation, ya don't want sh*t
Leave yo thoughts on the curb, what the f**k ya thinking, b**ch?
This is G-Unit, the G go fo' gangster sh*t, let's go
(Hook)
Ya neva seen nothing like this
G-Unit be the gang, I wish a nigga would, boi
f**king wit these bad b**ches
I'm LeBron on ya niggas cuz scorin' in my sh*t, boi
I'm yung Kobe cuz I be dishing
I be handling the rock, I be whipping in the pot, boi
It's all about this f**king drug money
It's all about this f**king drug money
It's all about this f**king drug money
It's all about this f**king drug money
(Verse 2: Tony Yayo)
Ya got a vitamin C deficiency
No cash, no credit, no customers, ya ain't no f**king hustla
Ball in this rap game in Vera Wang
Strike the shepherd in his sheeps, scatter wit good aim
Photobomb yo picture wit a long clip
Disarm a nigga, take his own grip
I'm in the meat packing district, STK the state
Big faces in my safe, so these ho niggas hate
Catch him slipping out filets, put his brains on his chicken patty
These bum niggas ain't classy
(Hook)
Ya neva seen nothing like this
G-Unit be the gang, I wish a nigga would, boi
f**king wit these bad b**ches
I'm LeBron on ya niggas cuz scorin' in my sh*t, boi
I'm yung Kobe cuz I be dishing
I be handling the rock, I be whipping in the pot, boi
It's all about this f**king drug money
It's all about this f**king drug money
It's all about this f**king drug money
It's all about this f**king drug money
(Verse 3: Young Buck)
We spill blood over spilled milk
We sell drugs till we get killed, lift weight till we get built
I'm praying that this heron do harm to them
Might be the last time the needle hit his arm again
My Mexican friends got me on the farm again
If ya can handle it then haul it across the border then
My granny say ya neva get too old to sell crack
Stop, she told me find somebody else to tell that
So why not distribute cocaine on my block?
And I just cooked a whole ky in the kitchen up wit my pop
The molly made yo mamma spend her rent $
Be surprised all the sh*t she done did fo' me
(Hook)
Ya neva seen nothing like this
G-Unit be the gang, I wish a nigga would, boi
f**king wit these bad b**ches
I'm LeBron on ya niggas cuz scorin' in my sh*t, boi
I'm yung Kobe cuz I be dishing
I be handling the rock, I be whipping in the pot, boi
It's all about this f**king drug money
It's all about this f**king drug money
It's all about this f**king drug money
It's all about this f**king drug money