Story Behind The Song

Basically, we are trying to build a structure that will supported and accepted in mainstream (Radio Air Play ) music.

Song Description

The description of this song is to make money at the listeners highest potential. This is accomplished through movtivation with a fast pace rythme that keeps the audience pumped up.

Lyrics

Chorus: If you bout yours a look im bout mines get on the grind cause im all about them dollar signs
lets get this money (4x)

Verse: Crankin it up on the block and you know im wit my team close your eyes its time to die DOA up on the scene you can tell a real gangsta by my walk and by my lean and you know a dope boy cause i know you smell that green its on your mind then let it flow on your chest then let it go fill your ass up wit some fumes and i aint talkin bout amaco show you where the ana hoe if its beef then let me know show yo ass just where to go Del Ridge stupid hoe

Chorus:(2x)

Verse: You can't stop me you think you got me cause you miss me i spend 50's i make 100's my folks get blunted you be talkin bout what you did why you frontin you know fosho i get paper i know fosho yous a hater why you talkin down on me cause you know im a make it why you fakin i know you hatin is it cause its money out here for the takin

Chorus:(2x)

Verse: You all in my ear I be hearing straight nothing you talking about hands you scared of that knuckin you talk about guns you scared of that bustin Lil B in this thing we ready do something me and my dog we get you straight chunk we up we up in thing we chunk and we buck get out of line I will tear that ass up got my hand on my trigger and ready to bust man nines and choppers is all the I clucth chop you straight up like I'm chopping some dust got you duckin and running you just out of luck try to gain you some yards but I give you not much have layin on the ground but I give you not much leaving the seen just not givin a what call me jarome lil b is the bus you steppin in my way then your ass gone get chrush.

Chrous:(2x)

Verse: Money lifetime bout them dollar signs bust your head tonight pitch a hit throw a fit saced it up reed up compilation was a must del ridge drive hommie we aint never been fonnie keep the heater all on me mp3 like sony noodles inda macaronie heard words birds fly south head to Jersey and I'm out I was raised in the south what you talking bout better shut your mouth.

Chorus:(2x)