E-40 feat. Guce & Black C of R.B.L. Posse My Money Straight Lyrics

Revenue Retrievin': Overtime Shift Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Mr. Flamboyant 2k11
  • 2 Drugs
  • 3 Hillside
  • 4 Gunz
  • 5 Slow It Down
  • 6 Me & My Bitch
  • 7 Beastin'
  • 8 My Money Straight
  • 9 I Love My Momma
  • 10 I Am Your
  • 11 In the Morning
  • 12 Punkin' Em Out
  • 13 Born in the Struggle
  • 14 Fuck Em'
  • 15 Rear View Mirror
  • 16 Lookin' Back
  • 17 Stay Gone
  • 18 Movin' Organized Business (M.O.B.)
  • 19 Tired of Selling Yola
  • 20 Click About It
  • [Talking: E-40]
    What's happenin' y'all this E-40 mayne
    I had to bring back that old school mob sound
    I had to go get my partna Black C and my nigga Guce
    Yumtombout, nigga our money is straight, nuggah
    Beotch!

    [Hook: Yung Jun]
    Please hold up me for one reason
    My money straight
    Whole bunch of ice I'm freezing
    My money straight
    And oh yeah, I'm E
    My money straight
    So please don't worry bout me
    My money straight

    [Verse 1: E-40]
    Uhh, I'm breaking down a quarter pound on a dude who play with a Gillette razor blade
    With a bucket of battery acid to throw my candy in case the po-po ray
    I be beastin and I be savagin' and I be mobbin'
    Any bitch nigga that got a problem I'm molly whomp
    Hoes be giving me all kinds of kisses and hugges
    But they don't really wanna fuck me they wanna fuck my cousins
    I be thuggin' it to the fullest mayne I push
    Be all up in the courthouse smelling like Kush
    Hiding in the fire truck latter mane I be gone
    Every day by myself I smoke at least a half a zone
    Finger on the chrome, letting it be known
    Throwed in the dome, wanna know what's wrong
    I ain't never play to lose I play to win
    If it's money being generated then I want in
    My stacks won't fold it won't bend
    Brought a one room apartment (for what) just to keep my money in (beotch)

    [Hook x2: Yung Jun]

    [Verse 2: Black C]
    Oh yeah, my money straight
    You can ask them bad bitches in my court until 8
    Looking like they can't wait to put it in they face
    If she ain't down with it then we plan a limit date
    Plus I represent this Bay, so I gotta keep it res-ial
    I'm gone off a pis-ial so fuck how they fis-ial
    A hundred dollar biz-ials I'm ballin' on you suckers
    Ridin' round top down if a player feeling smothered
    We customs made 4's on the whip, Bentley holes sitting nice
    The paint look blue but it's green in the light
    We goin call that a sprite rocking D-boy ice
    My D-boy swag I'm from that D-boy life
    Black Ceaser be the name Black C is what they call me
    R.B.O. the camp hundreds point be the army
    Yeah ya boy ballin sumthing like Spalding
    And it's only bad bitches that a real nigga call me

    [Hook: Yung Jun]

    [Verse 3: Guce]
    Purple in my cup looking like I'm playing posses
    You can still get it with this chopper or the shotgun
    My money straight off the rose and the Vodka
    Errday we celebrate like I won an Oscar
    Gangsta, from the city of choppers and body bags
    We ride shit that move fast like it crawl that
    We keep them toys all year like Toys-R-Us
    You like a nigga that can't play bo's and dump truck
    [Laughs] I'm threw what they created ghetto broads
    A trauma water cause ya trauma boy and still on call
    I'm balling like the Phoenix Suns, playing zone
    And make these bitches run for it, Marion Jones
    Finger fuckin' the trigger like pussy when I felt the
    You wanna beef I touch ya hat broker helper
    When I'm on ya line can't nobody help ya
    Empty ass nigga not a leg that a felt up
    My money straight

    [Hook: Yung Jun]

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