Put Yo Money On Me feat. Will Lean,Godfather

歌詞

(feat. Will-Lean, Godfather) [talking:] Put your money on, put your money on me Big Shots, Backdo' Lil' Joe the shizzit [C-Note:] Put your money on me, I move like a half a ki' Coming down, in the J-A-G Represent for the S.U.C., I know these boys wanna get to me But you know, it ain't no catching me Now, who wanna be next up Like Heins, got these niggaz playing catch up Seven albums and counting, my whole hood standing tall like a mountain Smoking herb flipping birds, sipping syrup out the fountain Feel me, now who wanna step in the ring The niggaz with the most bling, and the ching-ching Ding-ding, round one Knocking niggaz off they feet, is the outcome Now where we from the Southside, we put them blades on a ride And roll buck hide, we put them screens on the inside But this time, we ain't cutting no slack Few niggaz is some copycats [Hook: x4] Put your money on me [Godfather:] Call folk and set it, playa we can bet it Clear your whole debit account, you'll regret it We be private jetted, supreme unleaded Bet against us, you look real pathetic We be authentic, you be synthetic I ball for Pittsburgh, like Bettis Like Bugs Bunny, carrots and lettuce Warner Brother bunny, boys down in Texas Put your money, where your mouth is Botany, Houston Texas Dirty South kids See the cash on the table, Big Shots be the label Soldiers like the Marines, or the Naval Top streak, keep a glock heat My niggaz got more gold, than a swap meet Big Jaguars, been had cars Peace to Big Daz, he behind fat bars [Hook x4] [Will-Lean:] Put your money where your mouth is, Sugarland is where the vault is Cloverland, is where the South is I talk shit, cause my money is long Money trail from the dome, to the front of my home Everything that I own, I flaunt on chrome Paper tags and pay cash, when I jump in the zone My money is strong, cause ain't with that spending shit Invested in my hood, like my name was Merrel Lynch It's that Will Gates, with mills in steel crates Diamonds on chill, princess cut and grill plates The Chemist, put your money on me Like you put them Giovannis, on that black Humvee We them superstar niggaz, that these hoes come see Bend over let me see it, like my boy Bun B We ball to sun deep, bitches we done three For all my homies, put your money on me [Hook x4]