My Money Straight Lyrics - Revenue Retrievin: Overtime Shift - E-40

What's happenin' y'all this E-40 mayne 

I had to bring back that old school mob sound 

I had to go get my partna Black C and my nigga Guce 

Yumtombout, nigga our money is straight, nuggah 

Beotch! 

Please hold up me for one reason 

Whole bunch of ice I'm freezing 

And oh yeah, I'm E 

So please don't worry bout me 

Uhh, I'm breaking down a quarter pound on a dude who play with a Gillette razor blade 

With a bucket of battery acid to throw my candy in case the po-po ray 

I be beastin and I be savagin' and I be mobbin' 

Any bitch nigga that got a problem I'm molly whomp 

Hoes be giving me all kinds of kisses and hugges 

But they don't really wanna fuck me they wanna fuck my cousins 

I be thuggin' it to the fullest mayne I push 

Be all up in the courthouse smelling like Kush 

Hiding in the fire truck latter mane I be gone 

Every day by myself I smoke at least a half a zone 

Finger on the chrome, letting it be known 

Throwed in the dome, wanna know what's wrong 

I ain't never play to lose I play to win 

If it's money being generated then I want in 

My stacks won't fold it won't bend 

Brought a one room apartment (for what) just to keep my money in (beotch) 

Oh yeah, my money straight 

You can ask them bad bitches in my court until 8 

Looking like they can't wait to put it in they face 

If she ain't down with it then we plan a limit date 

Plus I represent this Bay, so I gotta keep it res-ial 

I'm gone off a pis-ial so fuck how they fis-ial 

A hundred dollar biz-ials I'm ballin' on you suckers 

Ridin' round top down if a player feeling smothered 

We customs made 4's on the whip, Bentley holes sitting nice 

The paint look blue but it's green in the light 

We goin call that a sprite rocking D-boy ice 

My D-boy swag I'm from that D-boy life 

Black Ceaser be the name Black C is what they call me 

R.B.O. the camp hundreds point be the army 

Yeah ya boy ballin sumthing like Spalding 

And it's only bad bitches that a real nigga call me 

Purple in my cup looking like I'm playing posses 

You can still get it with this chopper or the shotgun 

My money straight off the rose and the Vodka 

Errday we celebrate like I won an Oscar 

Gangsta, from the city of choppers and body bags 

We ride shit that move fast like it crawl that 

We keep them toys all year like Toys-R-Us 

You like a nigga that can't play bo's and dump truck 

[Laughs] I'm threw what they created ghetto broads 

A trauma water cause ya trauma boy and still on call 

I'm balling like the Phoenix Suns, playing zone 

And make these bitches run for it, Marion Jones 

Finger fuckin' the trigger like pussy when I felt the 

You wanna beef I touch ya hat broker helper 

When I'm on ya line can't nobody help ya 

Empty ass nigga not a leg that a felt up 

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