All My Niggas

All my niggas really want the money

We don't want nothing else nigga I promise

All my niggas really want the money

We don't want nothing else nigga I promise

All my niggas really want the money(Young Califonia)

All we want is the money, the mozzarella, Galbani

I got more guns than the army,

Can't let no bitch nigga harm me

I got that purple like Barney,

I got two bitches that's horny

They say they niggas is corny,

They never there and they lonely

They bought a bottle of 'trony

And now they ready to blow me

If you know me you owe me,

That's what I told her for sho'

I'm a mac just like Goldie,

Me and my cronies and brodies

Rollies and stogies,

Stay with the fifties and forties

That's us if you smell smoke,

Cookies the antidote

Puffing that rope-a-dope,

My partner's they kinfolk

They rap and they sell coke,

Bust ya head like a cantaloupe

In the summer, a peacoat,

My iPhone is jailbroke

Leaning like the Tower of Pisa, promethazina

Sweatin' like we under a heater,

It's hot in here

All them suckers that's talking crazy,

They not in here

Never tell my right ear what my left ear hear

All my niggas really want the money

We don't want nothing else nigga I promise

All my niggas really want the money

All my niggas really want the money

We don't want nothing else nigga I promise

All my niggas really want the money

I'm up before the sun up,

The work it be uncut

I break it in pieces

And tell your auntie to run up

Shooters keep guns up,

Snitches get tounges cut

Talk to the peoples,

And get your daughters and sons touched

I'm up in the chevy,

We bangin blow job Betty

I just whip up a 80,

So hit my phone when you're ready

Turkey bags of that loud,

We ain't fuckin with reggie

Trump the trailer with pounds

And touchdown out the jevy

Say I'm on! 'Bout to hit another Lick

‘Bout a 150 bucks, for that tax on every zip

Gerber bottles of that lean, tax on every sip

Cause they got the Qualitest

And I got the Actavis

So Im rollin' (rollin'), thizzin' off that molly

Stuntin' (Stuntin'), no hands on the Ducati

My big homie E-40 put me on the Carlos Rossi

Just a youngin and a muscle

Got the game from Charlie Hustle

All my niggas really want the money

We don't want nothing else nigga I promise

All my niggas really want the money

We don't want nothing else nigga I promise

All my niggas really want the money

Pockets will advance, clear tHe room

If tHe bitcH ain't with the shit,

Then your boy don't approve

See, Hennessy, Bacardi turns the party

Backwoods pre-rolled, club get foggy

Niggas mean muggin', well leap then froggy

Though I see why you mad,

Her ass applauding

THat's your bitch, she flip like dolphins

We gon' work out and bounce tHe bed springs

No credit cards, just debit and large cash

And a real big bag, smell like a forest

I used to sell weight 'til gastric bypass

Pass with a Mac tHat smack your car glass

Addicted to ballin', no Timbs, ate wheaties

Learn from Doo Dog, He taught big gritty

King East Bay, E-40, boss leany

Money all there, your money houdini

All my niggas really want the money

We don't want nothing else nigga I promise

All my niggas really want the money

We don't want nothing else nigga I promise

All my niggas really want the money

Young Califonia