Money In The Walls Lyrics - Live Loyal, Die Rich - Young Buck

I got bricks in my trunk, kush in my blunt 

All this fucking money, all I wanna do is stunt 

Like fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em 

Like fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em 

I got money in the walls, pounds in the floor 

All this fucking money where the fuck you wanna go like 

Like fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em 

Like fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em 

Police trying to kill me, bitches want my baby 

I keep smoking weed so my po think I'm crazy 

I got niggas' round me crazy, they don't wanna work 

Don't wanna sell this meat, but they wanna smoke this purp 

And my mama trying to save me, keep saying go to church 

No this ain't how you raised me, but your sun [?] preserve 

My homey's bitches wanna flirt, she saw me in the club 

Get the pulling on my shirt, knowing man he gotta go 

I stay on my family biz, for real I wish him well 

They get mad about pety shit I'm gonna kill him if they tell 

Yeah he won a half of brick, but I'm gonna give him 12 

Cause he shot me on the last leg when I didn't had my scale 

Cocaine bought Camaros, heroine bought my home 

Bitch I was in bankruptcy and nobody had no loans 

I got it on my own and then my money long 

I tell where to meet me motherfucker I [?] 

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I got bricks in my trunk, kush in my blunt 

All this fucking money, all I wanna do is stunt 

Like fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em 

Like fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em 

I got money in the walls, pounds in the floor 

All this fucking money where the fuck you wanna go like 

Like fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em 

Like fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em 

I puff blow money, I tilt down in the jet 

We fill out everythang 

Couple millions on me, I be big dog stunting 

My chevy game right 

My old school do new tricks, my Bentley game [?] 

I'm [?] with [?] can't quit that dirty sprite 

And we don't give a fuck because we get it by the night 

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Then chill out in my house, half of mille worth of ice 

I got money in the wall, I ball off the [?] 

Got a thousand pounds of meat and a thousand pounds of purple 

I keep money in my sofa 

And I keep some bitches over, then drank purple when I pull up 

She's so [?] fuck her, think I'm bout to throw up 

I got bricks in my trunk, kush in my blunt 

All this fucking money, all I wanna do is stunt 

Like fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em 

Like fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em 

I got money in the walls, pounds in the floor 

All this fucking money where the fuck you wanna go like 

Like fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em 

Like fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em.