I'm Bout Money - Blazed

I’m bout money, bitch I’m bout money

I’m bout money, bitch I’m bout money

Bitch I’m, bitch I’m bout money

I’m on a chase for that paper

(Verse 1 — Baby D.)

I’m bout money it’s M.O.B

Bens, Grants, that’s all I see

Brown paper bag, pass that to me

Grab that duffle bag out the backseat

Die for the cheddar I carry that llama

Stack it in the winter so I shine this summer

Yeah, what you really know about that?

I come like self bring a little back

You want to build a stack?

Nigga what’s that?

At least spend ten so I can get a good pack

I get gwop, understand that

I’m way in the front, y’all way in the back

Give me my keys, you not valet

My Maserati, your Chevrolet

Haters can’t stop me I’m on my shit

I love gwop, baby that’s my bitch

And

I always give back to the hood nigga

When I roll through they say Baby D’s a good nigga

Feeling good nigga

Looking good nigga

Put your knot in the air if you’re a money go getter

Ball

Now I’m up haters

Ball

Black stone, black chain I’m Vader

Fall

Hell naw not me player

Call

Me if you about that paper

I’m bout money, bitch I’m bout money

I’m bout money, bitch I’m bout money

Bitch I’m, bitch I’m bout money

I’m on a chase for that paper

(Verse 2 — Baby D.)

If you bout money

We bout money

Throw it in the air

Make it rain hundreds

I get gwop

Monday through Sunday

Never sleep on me

Never seen me coming

Check my resume, your boy top notch

Take it from the rainbow straight to the pot

Think I’m broke?

Nope I’m not

Pants on my ankles, that’s that gwop

Then, Oomp sat down with Koch

Made them a promise we’ll never ever flop

Came from the bottom straight to the top

Nigga

Ain’t been the same since Pac

Look around this motherfucker a lot of niggas shocked

While he out he take my spot

Down

A lot of niggas left but I stayed

Down

Make you bow down nigga give that

Crown

Never met a nigga like me

A-Town fresh, Gucci from my head to my feet

Ten toes, stunting on my Bunyan

I wonder how long you can keep them on you

Funny

I see a nigga laughing but ain’t shit funny

Straight to the bank I’m counting my money

«A-Town's Secret Weapon», yup I’m coming

Big Oomp Records got to keep that bumping