Letras:
Trick Daddy Bout My Money

, crush the hash, the Beretta's in the stash Niggas say, "Oh my Lord" Niggas say, "Oh my Lord" Niggas say, "Oh my Lord" Niggas say, "Oh my Lord" What

know this Tech shit Would constantly, get a nigga molested Been aproached by some of the best tricks In the game and they came strong But I hanged on to this ring And I hope my

game Women have mo' money than the pimp, ain't that cold? Hoe have mo' money than the pimp Hoe have mo' money than the pimp Amen, Amen, hoe got mo' money

muthafuckin' school Somewhere nigga, what the fuck you doin' out here? Git-nigga, I'm 'bout my money, stackin' cheese tryin' to sit on D's Trick Daddy

Trick Daddy] Ah hah, okay, whassup? Shut up! Ah hah, okay, whassup? Shut up! Ah hah, okay, whassup? Shut up! Ah hah, okay, whassup? Shut up! [Trick Daddy] Ridin round in my

bro See that's what I do it for And my low class ghetto *** Just renewed my ghetto *** (I'm so hood) Yeah, I wear my pants below my waist And I never

Ruff Ryders, nigga And all yo' money can't buy this nigga My ecstasy got me wyling, nigga I'm twice that body, nigga About 100 miles an hour, nigga Trick Daddy, Trick Daddy

bro See that's what I do it for And my low class ghetto *** Just renewed my ghetto *** (I'm so hood) Yeah, I wear my pants below my waist And I never

, you know I might do ya See a black clock and my buckshots run right thru ya I never knew ya Cause I'm not a trick You can suck the biggity-dick, I'm