Trick Daddy

Thug Money

歌词

If it's 'bout that money, you got to kill 'em
Haha, hit me nigga, that's the only way
Huh, I'ma wake Hollywood up in this motherfucker tonight
Nigga

Thug money got blood on it
Plus a lil' residue, boy I'm tellin' you I put my hood on it
Thug money got blood on it
Plus a lil' residue, I'm tellin' you
Thug money got blood on it
Plus a lil' residue, boy I'm tellin' you I put my hood on it
Thug money got blood on it
Plus a lil' residue, I'm tellin' you

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I'm thinkin' back when I was younger, I used to hustle in the summer
No time for cryin', had to help my momma
And I love the rainy weather, hustle better
Runnin' through puddles and the gutter, tryin' to get my shit together
However, I'm givin' these fuck niggas pillows
Robbin' fake dope dealers and these fake ass killers
For my niggas, they keep they fingers on the triggers
'Cause they heard about they business
And these fuck niggas tryin' to end it
So I'm ready, just ridin' dirty in my Chevy
Me and my cousin named Choppa on the stoppin' for that fetti
Call us foolish, 'cause of how we feel and the way we do this
Slangin', robbin' and shootin' leavin' neighborhoods polluted
Ready to do this, and like weed I'm always zooted
With duct tape you're muted, if the shit move I shoot it
Hold on

I'm doin' this one for my homies, who left they baby momma lonely
Got children who never saw 'em, the kids don't even know 'em
Gotta count his blessings (left him)
, His one chance be the only lesson
From the homies one is missin', his son's got strong ambitions
Hold on, don't fold 'cause I been there and I know
See all my niggas ain't dope dealers but they killas fo' sho'
They call us thugs, so give us our own section in the club
Allow us to use our drugs, nigga what? (nigga what?) I said

Apparently you haven't heard, my dog popped with a bird
No clues on why the feds got the inside word
They left his real homies home, but my thug niggas gone
And ain't gon' tell 'em when the boy gettin' back home
See everybody needs to hustle, so stay free from them bustas
Especially when you gettin' it from the muscle
'Cause the fools that try to touch ya, they know you dyin' for yours
So from day one they don't trust ya
It's always dyin' what we livin' for
Sometimes I like to run the fast speed
Then it's bad luck the street and law
Life full of lies, there's too many guys
For me to compete and God knows a nigga tried
Is it gon' get better? Seems like never in this life we live
Us niggas just can't stick together
However, I guess a change got to come from this (yes sir)
One day, but right now I can't accomplish shit
Patient, full of frustration
Waitin' to die from these troubles that we facin'
So livin' on the edge, I'm thuggin' 'til I'm dead
I'm stayin' free from them suckers and far away from the feds
I see 'em never had no job, hallways raw
And hid it on the park back when I was small
Then things got better, my pockets got fatter
Went from Jimbo Timbos to Polo sweaters
Nigga came from some ki's (say what?), and turned it into three
I got my fuck ass enemies workin' for me
Say

Thug money got blood on it
Plus a lil' residue, boy I'm tellin' you I put my hood on it
Thug money got blood on it
Plus a lil' residue, I'm tellin' you
Thug money got blood on it
Thug money got blood on it
Thug money got blood on it
Thug money got blood on it
Thug money got blood on it
Plus a lil' residue, boy I'm tellin' you I put my hood on it
Thug money got blood on it
Plus a lil' residue, I'm tellin' you (tellin' you)