[Verse 1: B.G.]
In my city n***a life like a chess game
Uptown anybody could be next mane
I switch lanes on em
Reverse the game on em
Its a must to stay a couple of steps ahead on em
Ive been out shit
Survived the worst shit
I mean i was really on some heat first shit
Stalked a n***a put him on a t shirt shit
Then go to the funeral and carry the herse shit
Yeah its real in the field n***a and what
I still hustle shine and get my sex up
I still grind fuck em what ima slack what
They pop drama but they bounce right back uh

[Chorus: B.G.]
Gotta get that money gotta get that
Gotta get that money gotta get that
Gotta get that money gotta get that
You know where the licks at n***a where the bricks at

[verse 2: Soulja slim]
I'm ridin in cars straight from the factory, or straight from the showroom
I'm in that hatch back, on a dro run
12 in the engin, n***a, you know where I'm goin
To the carwash, I was broke, Imma show m
Hundred carrots on the arm, hundred carots on the charm
Try the lifestyle if you want, you don't have to leave them harmed
How could I see you brothers, I'm in a new thang, sittin on peanut butter
I need supper, easy for me to say
My team, we get double
Se mee in the other thing, in that pink Carraira
Lean in my rear view set, cause I have to see
The red lights like the tairorests, they after me
[Chorus: B.G.]
Gotta get that money gotta get that
Gotta get that money gotta get that
Gotta get that money gotta get that
You know where the licks at n***a where the bricks at

[Verse 3: Juvenile]
N***a, you know how I do
Look at me, I look at you
Ridin in the escolade, I'm ridin in an escolade too
Playa, fuck your 24s, I chuck up duces
Fuck with me, I use this baby Uzi
Mono wasn't real, I think you trippin, let me proove it
Hoes say I blaze it with m, but she gone off that X
Bitch, pop this here
Fuck me to death, think of me 2 weeks later
That pussy get wet
Bitch, you been poppin, you's a pill poppin hoe
She say she like slow motion, she want me to fuck her slow
I tap on that ass, three times for the third
No, I keep it real for my my n***as, my nerves
Na, never give a fuck, and that visionary told me
Baby daddy get dipped in that whip, worth 40
I told that pussy n***a when I see him on the street
Imma kick him in his ass, knock out his fuckin teath
[Chorus: B.G.]
Gotta get that money gotta get that
Gotta get that money gotta get that
Gotta get that money gotta get that
You know where the licks at n***a where the bricks at