Artist: Mun-E f/ Billy Cook, L.T. Album: Makes the World Go Round Song: Money's the Reason Typed by: Lil Hustle (*Billy Cook*) Oh-oooh-oooh We ball-ing, Mun-E heeey [Chorus: Billy Cook] Money is the reason that the girls be calling A pimp with game, rolling Dealies and Impalas Placks on my wall, see my screens fall 20 inches crawl in my video, that's the way we ball Money is the reason that the girls be calling A playa with game, rolling Dealies and Impalas Ice on my wrist, rocks on my fist Sipping Krys in the club hatas, even boppers show me love [L.T.] Now L.T. about to ball, and make my 6-4 hop Grip my grain and swang, and body rock the whole block Keep my Lacs on top, a bad bitch to bop Pulling up drop tops, playboy I won't stop I'm too hot you niggas cold, my paper fin to fold Putting bitches on hoes, while the block on deroad And make ends, I'm thinking a Lac a baby Benz They both on twins, with a bitch in the wind With some friends cause I'm balling, my fifth four falling The other four crawling, spend a thousand at the mall and You stalling I'm flipping, wood grain gripping Slowly I be tipping, down your block in Expeditions We sipping get with it, I know you niggas feel it L.T. gon stay spitting, cause I'm one of the realest Whoever whenever, my niggas got chedda L.T. a good fella, to my chest with barrettas I'm on it a Benz I'ma flaunt it, we don't talk about shit Just watch a nigga, jump up on it for real You know a nigga hold it down in this bitch Doing short time in this bitch, we balling [Chorus] [Mun-E] When it comes to money, nothing's impossible Got me flossing big body, taking trips to the tropical Smoking on optimoes, bouncing and turning on vogues Smashing on four's, wood on my dashboard Too expensive clothes, diamond rings and piece and chains It glow throwed in the game, so I'ma let my nuts hang To the floor, sip some Surubber champagne Tighten the grip up on your grain We stay in the sky its a pimp in a plane When I'm on the streets, I be switching the lanes Flipping the screen, living your dream, drop top Bentley With twenty inch thangs, beating and banging the block Went platinum, before my album even dropped Dollas I cop, hoes that bop, Mun-E gets Mun-E got Getting rich, while I'm blowing up the spot Calling all the shots, giving y'all something to screw and chop Keeping haters heads hot, when it just don't stop, as i rise to the top [Chorus]