Bout My Money Lyrics - Trick Daddy

Trick Daddy Book of Thugs: Chapter A.K., Verse 47 cover art
Release information
Release Date: 2000-2-15
length: 3:53
[Trick Daddy]
Let's see, what to do today?
**** that I'm goin' to get my money

This one in a.. Thuggin' memory
That thug *****
Hollywood *****
I did this one in that ***** name
Hollywood *****, y'all remember that **********ing name

This bout that **********ing money

To kill for cocaine and get a ***** killed
And a banana peel will get his whole hide flipped
He's bringin' danger to the life of his home boy's
You can see the moon, but don't let him go alone boy

Bout my money, we goin' to bump heads and it won't be long
That's why I got two choppers, one for the car, and one for the home
Got extra grip for when they hold on
Nextel, instead of these dial tones

And quarter game for these old tapped *** cell phones
And new back bone for my new dread homes
You ain't been outta jail long, but ***** you dead wrong
Bout my money, ***** you shouldn't a played wit it
You're goin' to remember the day when this A.K hit ya.

Bout my money
That **** there ain't nothin' funny
Don't start duckin' and runnin' when it go to gunnin' bout my money
And sonny, don't be stuntin and lookin' funny
When I ask about my **********ing money
That **** there ain't nothin' funny
Don't start duckin' and runnin' when it go to gunnin' bout my money
And sonny, don't be stuntin' and lookin' funny
Have my **********ing money

[Trick Daddy]
I read in the Book of Thugs, Chapter A.K Verse 47
And it tells me all thugs *****s go to heaven
But between the lines of verses 48 and 9
Is what ya thug *****'s, drug dealin' and doin' time

But verse 100, talks bout my money
Say's its full of blood so all Memphis is funny
But ***** I don't want to hold your gold
I just want to free your soul

And be found somewhere in public when all this **** unfolds
I done gave ya two bricks, and you ain't gave me back ****
You runnin' around in your new bubble lights
When verse sit lookin' sick

I ain't here to hold you're sing, I just want my cream
And you can keep your little watch and ring that go bling bling


[Trick Daddy]
Now all this huffin' and puffin
Ain't goin' to get you young **** *****'s nothin'
But a **** bag and bullet holes through your bloody clothes
Out of all the *****'s you **********ing know

I should have been the last ***** you want to **********ing know
I'll meet ya at your front door, and I'm bringin' my calico
***** if you ain't got my flow you're *** gotta go
We'll get you mammy and all and layin' em down on the front room floor

Bout to do em all 'cause I done have problems bout all this **** unfolden
Bout my money, I came at it, and your son ain't have it
Now this ***** I owe is goin' to be the next ***** to go
I only got 20 G's, and I owe 'em 84

It ain't my **********ing fault, I'm short bout 64
This ***** ain't goin' to **** me no more

[Trick Daddy Talking]

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CD 1
  • 1 Intro (Marvin Dixon)
  • 2 Boy
  • 3 Sittin' on D's
  • 4 Get On Up
  • 5 America
  • 6 Shut Up
  • 7 Thug for Life
  • 8 Hoe (skit)
  • 9 Walkin' Like a Hoe
  • 10 Tryin to Stop Smokin
  • 11 Bout My Money
  • 12 Could It Be
  • 13 Thug Life Again
  • 14 Kill Your Ass
  • 15 Gotta Let You Have It
  • 16 Hoe but Can't Help It
  • 17 Outro (Marvin Dixon)