Money To Make

[Chorus: Rick Ross] My niggas one hunnit, my corner one hunnit The car cost a hunnit, the drum hold a hunnit Just smoking my ganja, this joint cost a hunnit The Nikes cost a hunnit, the ice in abundance [Verse 1: Rick Ross] Now I'm fucking with H, can't be taking no shorts We scoring the points, we done made it a sport Scheduled to testify, never made it to court I sprinkle pesticide, set a trap and you go You can't be talking loud when you walking in the house Fuck what you talking bout, bitch you walking in and out I ain't whipping no ounce, I ain't touching no ounce If you fuck with an ounce, get the fuck out the house Cause it's only squares, when you come in here So for all you squares, let me make it clear Let me get it straight, I'm the fish in the tank Not the fish in the tank I got money to make [Chorus: Rick Ross] My niggas 100, my corner 100 The car cost 100, the drum hold 100 Just smoking my ganja, this joint cost 100 The nights cost 100, the ice in abundance My niggas 100, my corner 100 The car cost 100, the drum hold 100 Just smoking my ganja, this joint cost 100 The Nikes cost 100, the ice in abundance [Verse 2: Mack Maine] Real nigga in the building, where the work at That New Orleans Saint's fitted, that's my work hat My niggas got that H, percs, white and purp And they shoot off one leg they awkward like Dirk Thug Life, Thug Life, bitch I'm feeling like Pac When I'm riding up the block Bout to release the 50 shots, off top You bitch you, you'll get your issue Your family, they gonna miss you They gonna find you in [?] Bury that boy with tissue Since he was a cry baby, ya mami over ya casket Asking lord why baby See I live in a world where they mistreat black babies And in a hood that crack babies Grow up just to jack babies Bitch I'm from New Orleans, you can't come where I'm from Got a drum on a K pa rup a pum pum pum Boy I ain't no fronter, it's Ross Mack and stunner I put 50 on 50, that's why they call me 100 [Chorus: Rick Ross] My niggas one hunnit, my corner one hunnit The car cost a hunnit, the drum hold a hunnit Just smoking my ganja, this joint cost a hunnit The Nikes cost a hunnit, the ice in abundance [Verse 3: Birdman] See we stuntin, fuck with me, poppin bottles, throwin money Niggas giving headshots, bitch no running Them hundreds came fast, bitches came quicker Wet candy paint stick and move, start dipping We ran through the trenches, jumping over fences Got it out the field, now my homies doing digits Shinning on these bitches, after hour count tickets Got it from my G's, now we on another mission We focus on another sattle, another batch Another bird full of H, nigga coming like that Slamp back Caddy, dipping while we dropping Blowin while we countin, hundred G's in my pocket, one M [Chorus: Rick Ross] My niggas one hunnit, my corner one hunnit The car cost a hunnit, the drum hold a hunnit Just smoking my ganja, this joint cost a hunnit The Nikes cost a hunnit, the ice in abundance