Publishers: MUSIC CORPORATION OF AMERICA, WORLDWIDE MUSIC AND MEDIA
I just can't handle this, born in the land of the scandalous
I gots to get mine, so I'm a take yours
Say back channel, keep your motherfucking hands up on the dash
Just call me the come up kid
And if you ain't down with the hype, fuck you
My birds fly out throughout the fucking states
One time is making a move on my ass
Choose my victim, then motherfucker stick him
I should be laying low 'cause one time is real hot
I gots to get mine, so I'm a take yours
I done signed a hood lifetime contract
Now I lay low in the cut
Trying to push the shit 'cause the weight is exceed
Now my other half is telling me I'd better quit
I gots to get mine, so I'm a take yours
Every hooptie got gold license plates
You know the routine, so run fool, here we go
I gots to get mine, so I'm a take yours
I gots to get mine, so I'm a take yours
Because it's all for the money
I gots to get mine, so I'm a take yours
Trying to show stop on the sales
Hard times kicking it in the CPT
You're coming up short when I slang
And it's like that when I got the Philly
And gives up the cash
So when I hit your corner, you're gonna be a goner
I load up my strap, map out my plan
I gots to get mine, so I'm a take yours
So when you hit the end of the road ain't no turning back
In it for the snaps so I'm crazy as fuck
One more nigga on the run
But I ain't through in this shit, so I guess this is it
Loads up the K, breaks out the back door
I gots to get mine, so I'm a take yours
Uh oh, there goes another beep on the beeper
Nigga duck when my nine starts to buck
So that means I gotta do what I gotta do
Up to no damn good, understood
Why's that, G? 'Cause it's all for the money
I gots to get mine, so I'm a take yours
Thirteen years of age at the time
One more point that got scored for the
Just say no? Fuck the TV
One time sleep on the fucking night creeper
Moms is kicking me, I gots to get mine
Need to make a nine so I rush your spot
Mad 'cause I'm making more cash than they ass
If you don't care someone else does the killing
I'll be dead before I go out like a dummy
Jacking and packing 'cause ain't shit funny
See me for the blast, Five-oh fly in fast
Steps is getting low so I gots to get some more
Songwriters: Darryl Cortez Ellis,  Ruben Locke, Paul Richmond, Aaron Bernard Tyler
Label me the nigga with the fucking gangsta strut
Pull fake braids but I still gets paid
But I ain't sweating it 'cause ain't shit funny
Because it's all for the money
I gots to get mine, so I'm a take yours