Like that they will prob'ly like
Got me a white girl, I fuck till her face red
Songwriters: Kevin Crowe, Erik Ortiz, William Roberts
If it ain't 'bout cash, I don't really care
Walk away with big stacks
And if it ain't 'bout cash, I don't really care
I'm straight 'bout cash, I'm a hood billionaire
I'ma ride 'bout mine and I wouldn't tell a lie
In the game like Tony Parker
To be loved, to be loved, oh, what a feeling for me to be loved
I'm straight 'bout cash, I'm a hood billionaire
Yeah, her food tastes bad, but she givin' great head
Now it's a way and I got ten in the bank nigga
Homie, I put that on my only mamma
Ever since I got my W2 bracket, fear me
Triple C, when y'all stoppin' me
If it ain't 'bout cash, I don't really care
I need yours to own, God, niggas gettin' washed out
I got plans for you niggas, man
And that's alright, I've been lettin' it be slightly
Yes, I got a Vuitton, four shades, nigga
If it ain't 'bout cash, I don't really care
I'm straight 'bout cash, I'm a hood billionaire
Whip that white girl just like K-Fed
Told you all niggas in '95, I was worth two million
I'ma ride 'bout mine and I wouldn't tell a lie
And the Maybach [Incomprehensible] scenes
I'm straight 'bout cash, I'm a hood billionaire
Naw, I only fuck with the OG's
No underwear nigga, my jeans tight fitted, too nigga
I ride with AR, in case a nigga start shit
I'm straight 'bout cash, I'm a hood billionaire
Boss, I done took over the game, nigga
I fuck with heroin 'cause it sells the fastest
Boss, hit a hundred grand in a day damn
I'm straight 'bout cash, I'm a hood billionaire
I'm straight 'bout cash, I'm a hood billionaire
A bitch try to stick me
I'm the boss, still comin' down, 183rd, nigga
I'ma ride 'bout mine and I wouldn't tell a lie
Triple C's like, boss, church
On the run, I'm thru' wit nigga four keys
I'm back on them thangs that's my only problem
My heart in the ghetto, I'm married to the projects
I gotta all new look, alright, you know
The ones that won't turn you in to the police
Tryna make some kinda moves, man
Take it out of town go and get my money right
I'm straight 'bout cash, I'm a hood billionaire
Still rollin' with the 4, 5th, now that I'm rich
Take it out of town go and get my money right
Posted up in front of Papa's
Please, let me say that, I really love her fat ass
So it's music to my ears every time I feel a clip
Twenty grand a hand, baby, jamin' the ipod
Hoppin' out the blue gotti with my bellys on
Trilla, boss, yeah, Trilla, feels good, baby
I'm straight 'bout cash, I'm a hood billionaire
I'm straight 'bout cash, I'm a hood billionaire
I'm straight 'bout cash, I'm a hood billionaire
They gave you up on the 305, 47 A6, it's all the same game
Haters want to murder me and I can smell a hit
And my daughters college pre-paid, she straight
Ridin' through the ghetto like I'm lookin' for a new spot
I'm straight 'bout cash, I'm a hood billionaire
Front yard still a car show, blue gotti to gotti, I'm a rocko
They jealous of the fortune
'Cause you fuck me don't mean you can kiss me
And if it ain't 'bout cash, I don't really care
I'm a card shark up in a hard rock
Take it out of town go and get my money right
Got these broke niggas so sick
Snow white range and my partner pocket
Niggas want to kidnap, leave me in the trunk
Naw, but I'm well established
Murder's not a problem
[Incomprehensible] to the dealership, and she can, she can get that
In that phantom on that Tupac
And if it ain't 'bout cash, I don't really care
What else y'all got from Nick? I wanna see
Say thanks to the D game
Jay-Z, wuddup nigg? Yeah, let me fuck with 'em right now
Glitz and the fame, my cocaine mortgage
Publishers: 4 BLUNTS LIT AT ONCE LLC, COLIONE CLIFF AND ROOK PUBLISHING, FIRST AND GOLD PUBLISHING, SONY/ATV SONGS LLC, WARNER-TAMERLANE PUBLISHING CORP, WB MUSIC CORP.
ID's, passports, it was so sweet
I won't let the roof up, kingdom come, princess Amunda