All My Ni**az Lyrics - E-40

All my niggas really want the money 

We don't want nothing else nigga I promise 

All my niggas really want the money 

All my niggas really want the money 

All we want is the money 

The Mozzarella Galbani 

I got more guns than the army 

Can't let no bitch nigga harm me 

I got that purple like Barney 

I got two bitches that's horny 

They say they niggas is corny 

They never there and they lonely 

They bought a bottle of 'trony 

And now they ready to blow me 

If you know me you owe me 

That's what I told her for sho' 

I'm a mac just like Goldie 

Me and my cronies and brodies 

Rollies and stogies stay with the fifties and forties 

That's us if you smell smoke 

Cookies the antidote 

Puffing that rope-a-dope 

My partner's they kinfolk 

They rap and they sell coke 

Bust ya head like a cantaloupe 

In the summer a peacoat 

My iPhone is jailbroke 

Leaning like the Tower of Pisa 

Promethazina 

Sweatin' like we under a heater 

It's hot in here 

All them suckers that's talking crazy 

They not in here 

Never tell my right ear what my left ear hear 

All my niggas really want the money 

We don't want nothing else nigga I promise 

All my niggas really want the money 

All my niggas really want the money 

We don't want nothing else nigga I promise 

All my niggas really want the money 

All my niggas really want the money 

I'm up before the sun up, the work it be uncut 

I break it in pieces and tell your auntie to run up 

Shooters keep guns up, snitches get tounges cut 

Talk to the peoples, and get your daughters and sons touched 

I'm up in the chevy, we bangin blow job Betty 

I just whip up a 80, so hit my phone when you're ready 

Turkey bag of the loud, we ain't fuckin with reggie 

Trump the trailer with pounds and touchdown out the So c'mon! About to hit another Lick 

'Bout a 150 bucks, for that tax on every zip 

Girl, I got bottles of that lean, tax on every sip 

Cause they got the Qualitest and I got the Actavis 

So Im rollin' (rollin'), thizzin' off that molly 

Stuntin' (Stuntin'), no hands on the Ducati 

My big homie E-40 put me on the Carlos Rossi 

I stay younger than the muscle 

Got the gang from Charlie hustle 

All my niggas really want the money 

We don't want nothing else nigga I promise 

All my niggas really want the money 

All my niggas really want the money 

We don't want nothing else nigga I promise 

All my niggas really want the money 

All my niggas really want the money 

Pockets will advance, clear the room 

If the bitch ain't with the shit, then your boy don't approve 

See, Hennessy, Bacardi turns the party 

Backwoods pre-rolled, club get foggy 

Niggas mean muggin', well leap then froggy 

Though I see why you mad, her ass applauding 

That's your bitch, she flip like dolphins 

We gon' work out and bounce the bed springs 

No credit cards, just debit and large cash 

And a real big bag, smell like a forest 

I used to sell weight 'til gastric bypass 

Pass with a Mac that smack your car glass 

Addicted to ballin', no Timbs, ate Wheaties 

Learn from Doo Dog, he taught big gritty 

King East Bay, E-40, boss leany 

Money all there, your money HoudiniAll my niggas really want the money 

We don't want nothing else nigga I promise 

All my niggas really want the money 

All my niggas really want the money 

We don't want nothing else nigga I promise 

All my niggas really want the money 

All my niggas really want the money 

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