If You Want This Money

G. Dep

You are now entering a Bad Boy zone 

This is for the niggas who ain't got shit to 
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! 

[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

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