' money Mo' money, mo' money, money, mo' (mo') Mo' money, mo' money, money, mo' (mo') Mo' money, mo' money, money, mo' (mo') Mo' money, mo' money, money, mo' (mo') [Verse 2 - Bun B
money Mo' money, mo' money, money, mo' (mo') Mo' money, mo' money, money, mo' (mo') Mo' money, mo' money, money, mo' (mo') Mo' money, mo' money, money, mo' (mo') [Verse 2 - Bun B
on your Louis Vuitton I'm rockin Louboutin In my droptop benz with your man stalkin And like Bee say, 'let me upgrade ya' Well LT say 'swagger up, baby' [Bun B
say stop Not 'cause they empty I'm just greedy for somemo' I need some mo' dough I'm a P.I.M.P. fo' sho' [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Bun B] Well its the trill
girl I got that, whiiiiiiiiiite girl I got that, whiiiiiiiiiite girl [E-40] Oooh! [Bun B] Well down in the Dirty, South to be exact Gettin money with
still on your louis vuitton i'm rockin louboutin in my droptop benz with your man stalkin and like bee say, 'let me upgrade ya' well LT say 'swagger up, baby' [bun b
all to Cocaine, cocaine UGK, UGK bitch, my man Bun B Cocaine, cocaine Pimp C in the house y'all put your hands together Big Dick Cheney and Snowy Snow
, motherfucker!, Yeah, motherfucker!) Cocaine in the back of the ride (Yeah, motherfucker!) Cocaine in the back of the ride (Yeah, motherfucker!) Cocaine in the back of the ride (Yeah, motherfucker!) Yeah it's Bun B
grind and keepin' money on our mind Well, I'm certified official, authentic and the real McCoy Guaranteed to blow the spot when I'm in it, gotta feel ya boy 100 percent, real Bun B
fuck yall lil rap niggas thankin' While you was gettin' ya grades up I was gettin' my change up a gangsta armed and dangerous Dey tellin' me commercial my flow but Bun B
love, nomtombout? This is what I do I'm on my grind, baby Let's go! [Verse 1:] Pimp C done knocked down the dows, Bun B is still on the road Paul Wall
know what I am talkin' 'bout?? This is what I do I'm on my grind, baby Let's go! [Verse 1:] Pimp C done knocked down the dows, Bun B is still on the
I'm calling your bluff, go'n and buck, I got my squad we trapping AC gone slap this nigga, he aint bucking, he just yapping, yea! (chorus) {Verse Two: Bun B
(feat. Bun B, Gucci Mane) Jeezy, I know you ain't gon' let this shit go down like this nigga I'm hearin' these niggaz in the club, niggaz soundin' like
[feat. Drake, Bun B] [Drake:] High rollers what's up Drink Houston what's up Onyx what's up You does it baby you does it baby Harlem nights what's up
Baby I got to keep on pushin' [Bun B] Well it's the king of the hover trade and the sergeant of snow (Snow) They call me Mr. Killa Gram in case yo ass
