Artist: A-G-2-A-KE 
Album:  Mil-Ticket 
Song:   G Bout Money 
Typed by: Lil Hustle 

[G-Mone] 
G bout money, I'm out here on it cause I want it nigga 
Let what bitch, you fucking with some real niggaz 
Slip you miss, I can't resist to flip figgas 
Bullshit trigger, I handle it go call a digger 
Bigger thangs, move motherfuckers nigga 
Bang cocaine, done blew your fucking brains killa 
Flicker the quicker, the picker up sale stealer 
Stick it to dusted addicted ya, it's you they smell killer 
Huh, hoping that the air gets thicker 
Rap-A-Lot mafia life, we still realer 
I know the herbal tree's a healer, dealer cause dealer 
It's quick as thrill I squeeze, as quick as a nerve sipper 
Shit I'ma make you niggaz feel G, on the realer 
Hit this choke off this bomb ass smoke, you rolling with a 
Player, fuck a shoulda coulda woulda small haters 
I make a nigga say I got skills, later 
It's winning this, the minute you niggaz suggesting it for the benefits 
But do the opposite of this real shit, and get killed bitch 
Stack em up definitely, try to guess who's next wanna test a G-B-C 
I can't even fuck with me, how should we handle these 
Freeze, if you bout your paper nigga 
Shit get hit on the hip, and got to dip quicker 
Spit to the punch, and right in the pitch teller 
Then gripped it and flicked it, and words fella 
So please freeze, the I done told em about my cheese sayer 
Feel a realer nigga, I hear ya 

[Chorus - 2x] 
G bout money, rain sleet snow or sunny 
I got to get it, keep it quick as I could flip it 
Not funny is you with it, let's get paid stacking this 
I hit this I'm a G with a E-T with it, money 

[G-Mone] 
G bout money trick, it's Mr. Break-Her-Shit upper 
The slick dick between your chick's hips, and hit fuck her 
Had to be touchy, for all up in my ear sucker 
Hate ya from busters, split they wigs up raise the busters 
Rush a grave, I make you rap the use must'a 
Hit from upper thang, I hate to I had to touch her 
Get ya and split ya, and fill ya up with weed chiefer 
Lit ya hip to the smoke with ya, high as hell breather 
I'm still-a, the same nigga G 
You gon' have put the verse in the bed, strapped under the pill-a 
Bitch just stealer, mouths get knocked the fuck out 
Swinger, into the face of a murder-a 
Bring her, make them hoes chose to believe her 
Since she can't provide, I don't need her 
Leave her quick as a cheetah to get velveeta see ya, wouldn't wanna be ya 
Saving one of your millions for Aaliyah, go home 
Until they gone nigga, help 
Let the money hit me swell up, I get richer I make you stick ya-self 
The drama fuck off your health, gangsta 
Watch me flip this shit in a minute, get paid taker 
These hoes, be dropping to they knees playa 
I still get hit on the hip, and got to dip quicker 
To split ya to put ya, right in the pitch teller 
And quicker to flip it, then words fella 
So please freeze, now I done told em about my cheese sayer 
Feel a realer nigga, I hear ya 

[Chorus - 2x] 

[G-Mone] 
G bout money, freeze 
Pay attention to niggaz on a mission, to get cheese 
Stack it, bring it back and freeze 
They blind C's, about that money nigga 
Trip, go get me a fifth and get lit with a 
Split, pull it out my man's weed blower 
Lyricist into get didn't believe this, I soldier 
Make niggaz be bumping this, while running from the rollers 
Squab like we use to do on the weekends, roll with my 
Friends, if you bout your paper nigga 
Shit get hit on the hip, and got to dip quicker 
Split ya to put ya, right in the pitch teller 
Then quicker to flip ya, then words fella 
So please freeze, I done told em about my cheese sayer 
Feel a realer nigga, I hear ya 

[Chorus - 4x]