Artist: Young Buck f/ 50 Cent, Troy Ave Album: Drug Money (S) Song: Drug Money Typed by: Gemini_20502K@Yahoo.com [Chorus: Young Buck] (Troy Ave) These niggas must not be cookin' no coke (They ain't cookin' they just frontin' you heard!) These bitches must be used to bein' broke (Hand on the bible I'm a man of my word) Well! I got yayo for sale I got kush for smoke I ain't sell no shit, I'm a push the dope Money, hoes and clothes I'm talkin' 'bout the good life So now you know what drug money look like [Verse One: Young Buck] Miracle whip it, spreadin' the coke over the bread Keep the Dr. Dre knife with me to poke you in the head I let my white girl sniff it made her open up her legs My nigga Rudolph snorts it until his nose turned red A damn shame, I'm the reason you can't find your vein If your daddy stealin' out your mama's purse I'm to blame Tryin get that i8 but I gotta find the name I ain't got no credit I just got cocaine I mean these niggas was like he's payin' car notes Your wrist don't twist that's the reason you are broke You playin' with the powder you niggas is all jokes Comer on dog your never gonna meet Carlos I'm plugged for real I'm tryin to feed ya'll coast I don't believe your pictures nigga or read y'all post Your body language tellin' me you're broke And plus Obama bout to go, I got my mama weighin' up the dope [Chorus: Young Buck] (Troy Ave) These niggas must not be cookin' no coke (They ain't cookin' they just frontin' you heard!) These bitches must be used to bein' broke (Hand on the bible I'm a man of my word) Well! I got yayo for sale I got kush for smoke I ain't sell no shit, I'm a push the dope Money, hoes and clothes I'm talkin' 'bout the good life So now you know what drug money look like [Verse Two: Troy Ave] Alright alright, niggas know what drug money look like All my jewels shine nigga I don't need good light (BLING!) All my bitches bad but my foreign a good type (Alright) S-Class bands but my Porsche had the hood like That nigga rich (Rich) that nigga gets (Gets) Money motherfucker he started with sellin' bricks (Powder) We'll add a little extra, compress it to get the chips But he stay wise, still lays on his Vicks The boy hide his grits, the boy pot ain't grits Might use a microwave if I'm tryin' to do it quick I counter-clock the yay and the fork, that's water whipped And sit in on the papes then dry it, I lose a pinch But what the fuck is the point when you're dealin' with joints boy Whole birds, covert wit' it so no Troy Chillin' in the jail, rappin' to my Brazil I ain't chillin'to chilly chill so you won't tell POWDER! [Chorus: Young Buck] (Troy Ave) These niggas must not be cookin' no coke (They ain't cookin' they just frontin' you heard!) These bitches must be used to bein' broke (Hand on the bible I'm a man of my word) Well! I got yayo for sale I got kush for smoke I ain't sell no shit, I'm a push the dope Money, hoes and clothes I'm talkin' 'bout the good life So now you know what drug money look like [Verse Three: 50 Cent] When I say I'm back for spot, I'm in the number one slot bitch Lights and the cubans that'll fuck up your optics I'm raw like sushi eat the pussy you chopstick (Yeah) Niggas go wood honey I'm home in the hood (WOOOOOHOOOOO!!!) There's no need to test this pure cop it go get it gone F&N in the palm, extendo in the jaw You say you 'bout that bullshit well come and get what you want You niggas lookin' malnutritioned 100 knots in the yacht skate 'cross the Pacific 'Sposed to be out the loop, funny how I don't miss shit It's all addin' up, these niggas here on some sucker shit The type niggas when money come I ain't fuckin' with Now let's play, let's make a deal I'll show up with the money and tell you who to kill Now you say you get busy for real Put niggas in the church, I pay you with the work [Chorus: Young Buck] (Troy Ave) These niggas must not be cookin' no coke (They ain't cookin' they just frontin' you heard!) These bitches must be used to bein' broke (Hand on the bible I'm a man of my word) Well! I got yayo for sale I got kush for smoke I ain't sell no shit, I'm a push the dope Money, hoes and clothes I'm talkin' 'bout the good life So now you know what drug money look like