作词 : Parker, Dawaun / Young, Andre Romell 作曲 : Parker, Dawaun / Young, Andre Romell Dre, ****** think we're ********tin' Yeah, yeah ***** try me, son, he best have the heat on him Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him Well, I put your body in a bag, front on me, I'm on ya ass I bring money to my ****** that bring death to my enemies I bring money to my ****** that bring death to my enemies ***** front on me, the goons and goblins come out Wishmaster, hundred shot drums'll run out They dumb out, you heard of me, they call me big homie Me I make the register ring, I'm the cash cow They make the hammers ring, they on ya ass now Hair trigger, stare *****, yeah, ******'ll flip Six shot semi-assault, let it off at your will Here I is, where the money is, I still get biz D's know about the beef, you gon' still get did It be your tombstone and your ****in' grave they dig Have that ass in the precinct tryna talk to the pigs I'm like Damien, *****, when I start gettin' loose on ya Closest thing to Lucifer, you think you got a noose on ya I make it hard to breathe I come with your hustle, air it out, make it hard to eat Have you lookin' both ways like you crossin' the street Try me, son, he best have the heat on him Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him Well, I put your body in a bag, front on me, I'm on ya ass I bring money to my ****** that bring death to my enemies I bring money to my ****** that bring death to my enemies Yeah, ****** send me the wrong message We gon' ****ing kill the messenger Your whole clique hollow tips'll tear up the best of ya This ain't the Carter *****, this is Sparta It's harder, I die and be a martyr, respect me like your father Let off a clip or let a case off I have your ***** ass runnin' like a race horse Follow orders now yeah shoot his face off You can have one, blast one, it's mad fun See how when you listen to me, all of the cash gone I was born with the tech, it's a birth defect I was deceived in the bins, ended up in a Benz This is what happens when have nots turn into Sasquatch Let the gat pop, boogie down on the back blocks It's horrific, nah, it's terrific I got it if you sniff it, go head, *****, twist it Get lifted, goddamn, I'm gifted Try me, son, he best have the heat on him Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him Well, I put your body in a bag, front on me, I'm on ya ass I bring money to my ****** that bring death to my enemies I bring money to my ****** that bring death to my enemies Yeah, I tell 'em ride on 'em, then they ride on 'em Get the line on 'em and squeeze the .9 on 'em Head shot, .40 Glock, blow his mind on him They say ain't not a jooks, leave the shines on 'em Now you can watch me, *****, like the police watch me I move proper, go ahead catch a shell tryna stop me That 430 Spider, carbon fiber And my dog is like Al-Qaeda, natural fighter Rapid fire, you're sweet like apple cider The mac'll fire, mask like Michael Myers It's off the wire when I get on my bullshit No smiles, no laughs, you gets no pass You can explain to my ****** while they whoop your ass My hands itch when the money comes, it's hard to explain it Last time I itched like this, a truckload came in Get money, get bread, that's what I do, kid Try me, son, he best have the heat on him Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him Well, I put your body in a bag, front on me, I'm on ya ass I bring money to my ****** that bring death to my enemies I bring money to my ****** that bring death to my enemies
作词 : Parker, Dawaun / Young, Andre Romell 作曲 : Parker, Dawaun / Young, Andre Romell Dre, ****** think we're ********tin' Yeah, yeah ***** try me, son, he best have the heat on him Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him Well, I put your body in a bag, front on me, I'm on ya ass I bring money to my ****** that bring death to my enemies I bring money to my ****** that bring death to my enemies ***** front on me, the goons and goblins come out Wishmaster, hundred shot drums'll run out They dumb out, you heard of me, they call me big homie Me I make the register ring, I'm the cash cow They make the hammers ring, they on ya ass now Hair trigger, stare *****, yeah, ******'ll flip Six shot semi-assault, let it off at your will Here I is, where the money is, I still get biz D's know about the beef, you gon' still get did It be your tombstone and your ****in' grave they dig Have that ass in the precinct tryna talk to the pigs I'm like Damien, *****, when I start gettin' loose on ya Closest thing to Lucifer, you think you got a noose on ya I make it hard to breathe I come with your hustle, air it out, make it hard to eat Have you lookin' both ways like you crossin' the street Try me, son, he best have the heat on him Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him Well, I put your body in a bag, front on me, I'm on ya ass I bring money to my ****** that bring death to my enemies I bring money to my ****** that bring death to my enemies Yeah, ****** send me the wrong message We gon' ****ing kill the messenger Your whole clique hollow tips'll tear up the best of ya This ain't the Carter *****, this is Sparta It's harder, I die and be a martyr, respect me like your father Let off a clip or let a case off I have your ***** ass runnin' like a race horse Follow orders now yeah shoot his face off You can have one, blast one, it's mad fun See how when you listen to me, all of the cash gone I was born with the tech, it's a birth defect I was deceived in the bins, ended up in a Benz This is what happens when have nots turn into Sasquatch Let the gat pop, boogie down on the back blocks It's horrific, nah, it's terrific I got it if you sniff it, go head, *****, twist it Get lifted, goddamn, I'm gifted Try me, son, he best have the heat on him Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him Well, I put your body in a bag, front on me, I'm on ya ass I bring money to my ****** that bring death to my enemies I bring money to my ****** that bring death to my enemies Yeah, I tell 'em ride on 'em, then they ride on 'em Get the line on 'em and squeeze the .9 on 'em Head shot, .40 Glock, blow his mind on him They say ain't not a jooks, leave the shines on 'em Now you can watch me, *****, like the police watch me I move proper, go ahead catch a shell tryna stop me That 430 Spider, carbon fiber And my dog is like Al-Qaeda, natural fighter Rapid fire, you're sweet like apple cider The mac'll fire, mask like Michael Myers It's off the wire when I get on my bullshit No smiles, no laughs, you gets no pass You can explain to my ****** while they whoop your ass My hands itch when the money comes, it's hard to explain it Last time I itched like this, a truckload came in Get money, get bread, that's what I do, kid Try me, son, he best have the heat on him Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him Well, I put your body in a bag, front on me, I'm on ya ass I bring money to my ****** that bring death to my enemies I bring money to my ****** that bring death to my enemies
