Letras:
E Money Bags Big Time

fuck} with the best, put it in your chest Inhale it and hold that, blow it out when I say let go; let's see if you can hold your breath, by the time I

mo' Till me and Toones got a call from D.C. Hey nigga, it's time to promote the new LP (what) So we packed our bags and hit the road for two weeks Nigga

to niggas like Phat Cap and Perry Mason You know You know how them niggas do, Tash and corn bread supreme You know, E Money-Bags, Cameron Y Niggas that were gettin' money

Pack her bags pack her bags pack her bags right Pack her bags pack her bags pack her bags left Your style is A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J, K, L, M, N

) It's all the same (Fo' sheezy, baby) Wherever we go But every time I spit this game These L I P's these niggas know my name You see my name is E-Feezy

(Verse 1) Do you need to get your money back, you've been had, I hope u got a warrantee Cuz I been walkin' round with money bags in my bag shorty gonna

Being big time could get you fed time Undercover vibe, pouring out just like red wine Mega keys, gettin' C's 'bout D's I heard stories 'bout bulletproof 300 E

t get ready We blow a pound Nigga fuck smoking them nickel bags We big flossin' All you clowns looking fag Play crazy boy Recline you like laz-e-boy Fuck

again But that would take too much time And I gotta hit the streets again And even if the sun don't shine I'll still be hustlin' Gotta make that money make that money