Artist: Lil' Keke f/ Big Pokey Album: Money Don't Sleep Song: This Money Crazy Typed by: Lil Hustle (*Intro*) Alright three million, I counted it twice Two point five, two point five I'm sure I'm calling it three, then we are half a million off huh Well fuck it, I'm not counting it again Wait, if it's sixty pounds it's three million Fifty's two point five, I don't give a shit close enough Where do I put it, uuuh try the back bedroom (7-13) [Chorus] This money crazy, I'm losing my mind This money crazy, I'm losing my mind This money crazy, I'm losing my mind Pulling bitches getting paper, at the same damn time Get back on your hustle, and act a fool with it Get back on your hustle, and act a fool with it Get back on your hustle, and act a fool with it Show a band blow a band, shit like that I'm cool with it [Lil' Keke] Texas in the bitch, now what your sack about We boss up on that shit, and just go cash it out Now I been burning loud, I feel like passing out If you ain't with the team, you just ass out First one in the building, and the last out Them haters on my dick, I take the trash out If he ain't running fast, he get tagged out I park the hard top, and pull the rag out Cook it and cut a gram, love me for who I am Running with real niggaz, who really don't give a damn Ay God forgive me, we just want this plug money All my life, I hustled for this thug money what Throw that feddy high, that's if you feel good I never left my hustle, cause I'm still hood It's Don Ke, I show them hoes the fast life Thinking bout this paper, get my cash right [Chorus] [Big Pokey] It's simple I'm bout tempo, I be moving at a fast pace If you ain't getting to the paper, you in last place I hustle hard for this money, I get mad cake See the boss about his bid'ness, keep the bag straight Trash bags for the bread, cause I'm coming for money They say them jackers hit the trap, they get none of the money If they looking for the key, I'm up under the money They say them niggaz make it rain, I'm so numb to the money Cake cash guap' scrilla, gotta have it homie Stunt playing pop a round, another rack-a-roni Sensei Montana, they named me after Tony Now I'm married to the money, holy matrimony [Chorus]