us you gon' hate us But, one thing you can say is we some serious paper chasers 'cause, friends turn to haters And, some turn to traitors But my money never changes (mhum) So in Money We Trust
n-ggas pick my garbage up Say my prayers, in god we trust Know I gotta lot of money so these n-ggas acting funny Gotta turn the Cadillac into an armor truck B
bosses We got the sauce, baby, we got the juice We keep 'em in a frenzy fiendin' for more On the Thug Line with F.B.G., 7th Sign And Mo' Thug once again
(bun b) I always wanted to be the biggest man in somethin Had to find my place But the world can leave a foul taste on the tongue Had to dodge a case
it down for the A-Town to the Bay to the Oakland foothill strip Too Short, Bun B, Devin and Big Gipp, yo we all some pimps Gettin' money out the sexual
money all day Count money all day, count money all, money all Count money all day, count money all day, count money all Money all, money all, money all day [Bun
up (I Luv That Shit) You gotta beat, then let's burn it up You know we do it B.I.G. So come and holla at a playa in tha V.I.P. UGK we in da house fosho
pleasure [Chorus] [Bun B] Man I've been all over the world tryin to tell 'em 'bout the trill and what we been through (through) What we already done and what we
ok) We gon' head up interstate 10 We gon' pick up Pimp C, and Bun B (that's my niggas there) We gon' get rowdy rowdy and bout it bout it We gon' handle
(feat. Eightball, MJG, Bun B) [Intro] Stop the drop top like the bezzles in my watch [3X] Like the bezzles in my watch like the bezzles in my watch Stop
] [Bun B] Man I've been all over the world tryin to tell 'em 'bout the trill and what we been through (through) What we already done and what we fin'
was born to be a boss and you just a trainee In money that we trust, so you can trust in me Cause I am money, you should see how much I clutched this
the clone Rippin wood, in the Brougham Bitch I got some game to sell and only money make my dick swell Hold up.. beitch, Sweet Jones [Bun B] Man, now
) We gon' head up interstate 10 We gon' pick up Pimp C, and Bun B (that's my niggas there) We gon' get rowdy rowdy and bout it bout it We gon' handle
bosses! We got the sauce, baby, we got the juice! We keep 'em in a frenzy fiendin' for more! On the ThugLine with F.B.G., 7th Sign, and Mo' Thug once
(Bun B) I always wanted to be the biggest man in somethin had to find my place But the world can leave a foul taste on the tongue had to dodge a case
