Money & The Powder Lyrics - Singles - Gangsta Boo

1 - money and the powder, money and the powder 

(misses gangsta boo got the) money and the powder (yup) 

Money and the powder, money and the powder 

(niggas pagin' me for my) money and the powder 

Money and the powder, money and the powder 

(I got all you bitches jade, 'cause of) money and the powder 

Money and the powder, money and the powder 

(up 24/7, 'cause my) money and the powder 

[gangsta boo] 

I got the money and the powder 

Yeah, got the fuckin' dollas, 40 

Increasin' hours 

Trade your whole damn life for it 

Only tryin' to be the richest bitch 

That roam the city streets 

Keep a bird flyin' to the south 

For a winter's peak 

South folk put me up on game 

'cause the game ain't changed 

Still the same way 

Likin' me and your momma gaze 

Rappin' get ya paid 

That's cool, I'm havin' fun, see 

Live on stage, gangsta boo is what they call me 

Good sense of humor 

Kinda funny once you get to know 

Money over bitches, once on top 

You don't hear me though 

Stay smokin' green 

'cause I got it like that 

I stay up on some pure shit 

On and poppin' like that 

So if you try to break me 

Never will you succeed 

'cause a bitch like me, always got a plan b 

With hypnotize minds 

Blindin' bitches when we come through 

To all enquiring minds 

Yours truly, gangsta boo 

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[gangsta boo] 

It's kinda hard bein' the lady that I am, you see 

Without a shiesty ass nigga tryin' to get with me 

But we gon' ride and get high 

Glidin' deep in the night 

In your pearl mercedes fixed with the blue headlights 

Okay, it's on, pop the dom 

What about the 100, percent pure that you promised me 

Before you go under 

Call me lady, me, no 

I'm takin' over your hood 

Because it's on, good 

Yellin' that I'm wishin' you would 

Try to gank me for my shit 

Never buyin' ya baby 

I be the one that rock your cradle 

Come and play with me baby 

Yee know, it's 'bout the money 

It ain't 'bout nothin' else 

Don't try to play me bitch 

Be fuckin' tryin' to play with yourself 

If it's cool, then it's cool 

If it's not, then it's not 

If ya ass actin' shady, if it's bricked or rocked 

Don't be crossin' like a God when you're dealin' with me 

It's not so easy bein' hard 

What'cha tryin' to be? 

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[gangsta boo] 

What a trip, I got you bitches wantin' to roll with me 

But back in 1993, you wouldn't fuck with me 

But now I got an album out 

Look at tv, I'm on it 

Now you're lookin' for some fame 

Plus all my niggas, you want 'em 

Never that, I can't be usin' groupies 

To call 'em friends 

Because my money and my powder would be gone in the end 

I can't depend on you bitches when I'm in some trouble 

Blow your bump and fuck me up 

Once i'mma fuck you up ? 

Get your squad, what they gon' do? (not shit) 

I thought you knew 

With my black hooded crew 

We gon' come and get you 

'cause we got money to make 

Whatever nigga it take 

We got some ki's in this shit 

We gotta bring home some play 

It ain't no limit in this because we real to the fact 

If your ass black, you know you gotta hustle for scraps 

So i'mma holla 

Thanks for listenin' all my ghetto girls and boys 

First comes money, then the powder 

Then relax, and you'll enjoy 

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