Letras:
The Coup Fo Da Money

, on the ground, laid another nigga I was trippin, slippin labelled as a dummy But can you blame me, I did it for da mo-ah-money [chorus] M-O-N, N-E-

't put'cha bet down mo' If it ain't four or better I'm talking seein rose at da end of the road Playboy fuck what you is told Watch....me and my dirty City scoped da whole hood We be lookin for da ones in tight jeans Da lust (da

money, i gotta certain hand in purchasn' automobiles watch a hundred karats dis wut outta mind is walk up in da spot & we da trillest niggas in em grab

da hood and I?m sellin nuthin but deuces Flyin down 20 wit a trunk full of cookies A 80 plate joog and I move like Keith Brooking Riding in da coupe

I give a f*ck about them haterz(nope) Young jizzle been gettin paper(yeeeaaaahhh) Granite? wheels on da coup like savors Hit da club with 20 brawdz like flavor I'm on da

comin right back fo' da, Cocaine. Twista Verse This for them white girl movers, big dreams of makin a million offa users. Car and the money the same

Do the damn thang, ya dun-da-dunts In the west, they do the damn thang In the east, they do the damn thang In the south, they do the damn thang In the

' me Could it be the way I'm still tight? Niggas that didn't use to feel me jockin' me, jockin' me The, whole world got too much money for me To not

like Maan!! Comin' down real 4 my Texas fo' squash plexin' Bought my car Lexus Maan!! I 'bout to wreck it It's dat Moe-torola South'z a money folda Man