All my niggaz get money like we robbed a damn brinks truck
(Like we robbed a damn brinks truck)
When I walk in the room they salute and they hold they damn drinks up
(Hold they damn drinks up) (Salute)
You muthaf*ckin right they gon hold a toast for me (They gon hold a toast for me) (Salute)
You muthaf*ckin right they go hold a toast for me (They gon hold a toast for me)
My appearance yea I look like money (I look like money)
My aroma yea I smell like money (I smell like money) (Get a whiff of this)
Only dialogue if its but money (If it's bout money)
If it ain't about money evidently it ain't about nothing (It ain't about nothing)
I told my psychiatrist all I could think of is money
She asked why that is, I said what do you expect when came up from nothing
Hand me down clothes still I'm borrowing shit
Squeezing in shoes cause they would barely would fit
And the times that I would find something nice
It would be for the season that rarely was in
So I ask how could I not think of it, walking around with my clothes custom fit
Thinking of when I had holes in my sneakers now all of my sneakers Giuseppes and shit
Daddy complained cause I turned to the streets
Mama complained bout the work that I put in
Neither complained when I was paying bills
And I treat the whole family to feather and Finn
Back when my clothes were all ragged and shabby
Felt like I had the whole school looking at me
Now I come thru in finest attire same girls used to stunt now can't wait to get at me
Biz said it best yea they all gon catch vapors
Smell the exhaust hope they choke on my fumes
Shut down the trap when its inopportune when you talk being broke nigga I am immune
All my niggaz get money like we robbed a damn brinks truck
(Like we robbed a damn brinks truck)
When I walk in the room they salute and they hold they damn drinks up
(Hold they damn drinks up) (Salute)
You muthaf*ckin right they gon hold a toast for me (They gon hold a toast for me) (Salute)
You muthaf*ckin right they go hold a toast for me (They gon hold a toast for me)
My appearance yea I look like money (I look like money)
My aroma yea I smell like money (I smell like money) (Get a whiff of this)
Only dialogue if its but money (If it's bout money)
If it ain't about money evidently it ain't about nothing (It ain't about nothing)
How would you feel if your child hood was poverty stricken
And the fastest way out was to get in the kitchen and get it
Now would you be with it
Or would you stay stuck in the cycle complain about life with that nigga beside you
Before you both know it the time done flew by
And then you realize your best days are behind you
Or would you go hard with a purpose don't let the circumstances curb your ambition
While they stayed waiting seeking permission
I dealt with consequences after I did it
And no I don't need you to stamp my existence (Nah)
Cause I don't defer when it come to resistance
Lace up my boots I'm here nigga lets get it
I won't allow you to be an obstacle impeding way of progression
For all of that I'll let the hollows fly bullets coming in rapid succession
And I'll leave your old lady traumatized while your family decide the procession
The money got me on some other shit I mean its just a lil shy of obsession
All my niggaz get money like we robbed a damn brinks truck
(Like we robbed a damn brinks truck)
When I walk in the room they salute and they hold they damn drinks up
(Hold they damn drinks up) (Salute)
You muthaf*ckin right they gon hold a toast for me
(They gon hold a toast for me) (Salute)
You muthaf*ckin right they go hold a toast for me (They gon hold a toast for me)
My appearance yea I look like money (I look like money)
My aroma yea I smell like money (I smell like money) (Get a whiff of this)
Only dialogue if its but money (If it's bout money)
If it ain't about money evidently it ain't about nothing (It ain't about nothing)
They ask why should they toast for me
I ask why should should they not
How could you not appreciate the fact I started at the bottom ended at the top
After all the shit that I acquired can't believe it started with a pot
All the place I done been can't believe the journey started on this block
Still I'm focused on me winning
Try my best to be triumphant
Never let my ego trip because I feel I'm blessed with shit that I accomplished
I done seen to many niggaz either doing life or hit up over dumb shit
Nowadays niggaz snakes you got to be extra careful who you run with
So I handle guns like a gunsmith
Pull up on him and I dump shit
Bullets ain't got a name hit you and whoever that you come with
Niggaz sick with envy will make you day one nigga turn Judas
For the love of money shit it make you have to murk a nigga that you cool with
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All my niggaz get money like we robbed a damn brinks truck
(Like we robbed a damn brinks truck)
When I walk in the room they salute and they hold they damn drinks up
(Hold they damn drinks up) (Salute)
You muthaf*ckin right they gon hold a toast for me (They gon hold a toast for me) (Salute)
You muthaf*ckin right they go hold a toast for me (They gon hold a toast for me)
My appearance yea I look like money (I look like money)
My aroma yea I smell like money (I smell like money) (Get a whiff of this)
Only dialogue if its but money (If it's bout money)
If it ain't about money evidently it ain't about nothing (It ain't about nothing)
I told my psychiatrist all I could think of is money
She asked why that is, I said what do you expect when came up from nothing
Hand me down clothes still I'm borrowing shit
Squeezing in shoes cause they would barely would fit
And the times that I would find something nice
It would be for the season that rarely was in
So I ask how could I not think of it, walking around with my clothes custom fit
Thinking of when I had holes in my sneakers now all of my sneakers Giuseppes and shit
Daddy complained cause I turned to the streets
Mama complained bout the work that I put in
Neither complained when I was paying bills
And I treat the whole family to feather and Finn
Back when my clothes were all ragged and shabby
Felt like I had the whole school looking at me
Now I come thru in finest attire same girls used to stunt now can't wait to get at me
Biz said it best yea they all gon catch vapors
Smell the exhaust hope they choke on my fumes
Shut down the trap when its inopportune when you talk being broke nigga I am immune
All my niggaz get money like we robbed a damn brinks truck
(Like we robbed a damn brinks truck)
When I walk in the room they salute and they hold they damn drinks up
(Hold they damn drinks up) (Salute)
You muthaf*ckin right they gon hold a toast for me (They gon hold a toast for me) (Salute)
You muthaf*ckin right they go hold a toast for me (They gon hold a toast for me)
My appearance yea I look like money (I look like money)
My aroma yea I smell like money (I smell like money) (Get a whiff of this)
Only dialogue if its but money (If it's bout money)
If it ain't about money evidently it ain't about nothing (It ain't about nothing)
How would you feel if your child hood was poverty stricken
And the fastest way out was to get in the kitchen and get it
Now would you be with it
Or would you stay stuck in the cycle complain about life with that nigga beside you
Before you both know it the time done flew by
And then you realize your best days are behind you
Or would you go hard with a purpose don't let the circumstances curb your ambition
While they stayed waiting seeking permission
I dealt with consequences after I did it
And no I don't need you to stamp my existence (Nah)
Cause I don't defer when it come to resistance
Lace up my boots I'm here nigga lets get it
I won't allow you to be an obstacle impeding way of progression
For all of that I'll let the hollows fly bullets coming in rapid succession
And I'll leave your old lady traumatized while your family decide the procession
The money got me on some other shit I mean its just a lil shy of obsession
All my niggaz get money like we robbed a damn brinks truck
(Like we robbed a damn brinks truck)
When I walk in the room they salute and they hold they damn drinks up
(Hold they damn drinks up) (Salute)
You muthaf*ckin right they gon hold a toast for me
(They gon hold a toast for me) (Salute)
You muthaf*ckin right they go hold a toast for me (They gon hold a toast for me)
My appearance yea I look like money (I look like money)
My aroma yea I smell like money (I smell like money) (Get a whiff of this)
Only dialogue if its but money (If it's bout money)
If it ain't about money evidently it ain't about nothing (It ain't about nothing)
They ask why should they toast for me
I ask why should should they not
How could you not appreciate the fact I started at the bottom ended at the top
After all the shit that I acquired can't believe it started with a pot
All the place I done been can't believe the journey started on this block
Still I'm focused on me winning
Try my best to be triumphant
Never let my ego trip because I feel I'm blessed with shit that I accomplished
I done seen to many niggaz either doing life or hit up over dumb shit
Nowadays niggaz snakes you got to be extra careful who you run with
So I handle guns like a gunsmith
Pull up on him and I dump shit
Bullets ain't got a name hit you and whoever that you come with
Niggaz sick with envy will make you day one nigga turn Judas
For the love of money shit it make you have to murk a nigga that you cool with
(Like we robbed a damn brinks truck)
When I walk in the room they salute and they hold they damn drinks up
(Hold they damn drinks up) (Salute)
You muthaf*ckin right they gon hold a toast for me (They gon hold a toast for me) (Salute)
You muthaf*ckin right they go hold a toast for me (They gon hold a toast for me)
My appearance yea I look like money (I look like money)
My aroma yea I smell like money (I smell like money) (Get a whiff of this)
Only dialogue if its but money (If it's bout money)
If it ain't about money evidently it ain't about nothing (It ain't about nothing)
I told my psychiatrist all I could think of is money
She asked why that is, I said what do you expect when came up from nothing
Hand me down clothes still I'm borrowing shit
Squeezing in shoes cause they would barely would fit
And the times that I would find something nice
It would be for the season that rarely was in
So I ask how could I not think of it, walking around with my clothes custom fit
Thinking of when I had holes in my sneakers now all of my sneakers Giuseppes and shit
Daddy complained cause I turned to the streets
Mama complained bout the work that I put in
Neither complained when I was paying bills
And I treat the whole family to feather and Finn
Back when my clothes were all ragged and shabby
Felt like I had the whole school looking at me
Now I come thru in finest attire same girls used to stunt now can't wait to get at me
Biz said it best yea they all gon catch vapors
Smell the exhaust hope they choke on my fumes
Shut down the trap when its inopportune when you talk being broke nigga I am immune
All my niggaz get money like we robbed a damn brinks truck
(Like we robbed a damn brinks truck)
When I walk in the room they salute and they hold they damn drinks up
(Hold they damn drinks up) (Salute)
You muthaf*ckin right they gon hold a toast for me (They gon hold a toast for me) (Salute)
You muthaf*ckin right they go hold a toast for me (They gon hold a toast for me)
My appearance yea I look like money (I look like money)
My aroma yea I smell like money (I smell like money) (Get a whiff of this)
Only dialogue if its but money (If it's bout money)
If it ain't about money evidently it ain't about nothing (It ain't about nothing)
How would you feel if your child hood was poverty stricken
And the fastest way out was to get in the kitchen and get it
Now would you be with it
Or would you stay stuck in the cycle complain about life with that nigga beside you
Before you both know it the time done flew by
And then you realize your best days are behind you
Or would you go hard with a purpose don't let the circumstances curb your ambition
While they stayed waiting seeking permission
I dealt with consequences after I did it
And no I don't need you to stamp my existence (Nah)
Cause I don't defer when it come to resistance
Lace up my boots I'm here nigga lets get it
I won't allow you to be an obstacle impeding way of progression
For all of that I'll let the hollows fly bullets coming in rapid succession
And I'll leave your old lady traumatized while your family decide the procession
The money got me on some other shit I mean its just a lil shy of obsession
All my niggaz get money like we robbed a damn brinks truck
(Like we robbed a damn brinks truck)
When I walk in the room they salute and they hold they damn drinks up
(Hold they damn drinks up) (Salute)
You muthaf*ckin right they gon hold a toast for me
(They gon hold a toast for me) (Salute)
You muthaf*ckin right they go hold a toast for me (They gon hold a toast for me)
My appearance yea I look like money (I look like money)
My aroma yea I smell like money (I smell like money) (Get a whiff of this)
Only dialogue if its but money (If it's bout money)
If it ain't about money evidently it ain't about nothing (It ain't about nothing)
They ask why should they toast for me
I ask why should should they not
How could you not appreciate the fact I started at the bottom ended at the top
After all the shit that I acquired can't believe it started with a pot
All the place I done been can't believe the journey started on this block
Still I'm focused on me winning
Try my best to be triumphant
Never let my ego trip because I feel I'm blessed with shit that I accomplished
I done seen to many niggaz either doing life or hit up over dumb shit
Nowadays niggaz snakes you got to be extra careful who you run with
So I handle guns like a gunsmith
Pull up on him and I dump shit
Bullets ain't got a name hit you and whoever that you come with
Niggaz sick with envy will make you day one nigga turn Judas
For the love of money shit it make you have to murk a nigga that you cool with
Writer: Shawn Jones
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid