Trick

Murda on the beat so it's not nice [Chorus] Moola, moola, moola, man, that’s all I give a fuck about Dollar deals and family, man, that's all I give a fuck about Talkin' out the side your mouth, I don’t give a fuck about Got my own bands, but I still want you to cash me out [Pre-Chorus] Trick, nigga, you's a trick (You's a trick) You pay my rent, I still won't let you hit (Hell no) You want a bag? I got my own shit (Yeah, bitch) You poppin' bands, I still won't let you hit (No, no, no) [Chorus] Moola, moola, moola, man, that's all I give a fuck about Dollar deals and family, man, that's all I give a fuck about Talkin’ out the side your mouth, I don’t give a fuck about Got my own bands, but I still want you to cash me out [Verse 1] Everybody bosses 'til the bill come ’round But a nigga gotta eat, so I ain't checkin' the amount Every baller wanna holler, let me max his card out Hit Rodeo, that's a K-O on his bankroll, then I’m out I like Leos 'cause they meaner when it come out they mouth Got a Aries that take care of me when I'm in the South I like Virgos 'cause they loyal and they always devout But my favorite sign the one that come before the amount That's a dollar sign every time, if it ain't, then nevermind Ownership of all my shit or I don't sign the dotted line I'ma come for all of mine, make it rain, then see the shine Diamond in the rough, but all these diamonds, I ain't hard to find [Pre-Chorus] Trick, nigga, you's a trick (You's a trick) You pay my rent, I still won't let you hit (Hell no) You want a bag? I got my own shit (Yeah, bitch) You poppin' bands, I still won't let you hit (No, no, no) [Chorus] Moola, moola, moola, man, that's all I give a fuck about Dollar deals and family, man, that's all I give a fuck about Talkin' out the side your mouth, I don't give a fuck about Got my own bands, but I still want you to cash me out [Verse 2] I like them out of town niggas, teach me somethin' different Hold it down niggas that don't mess around wit' ya I just mind my own business, got my own business I'm a walkin' check, so I ain't checkin' for you bitches Ain't gon' get none of this unless he spends some on this Expensive-ass ish, cater every wish My fragrance is rich, ooh, I smell like The Ritz Keep my cheese with the Swiss so I ain't payin' me shit (Bitch) [Chorus] Moola, moola, moola, man, that's all I give a fuck about Dollar deals and family, man, that's all I give a fuck about Talkin' out the side your mouth, I don't give a fuck about Got my own bands, but I still want you to cash me out [Pre-Chorus] Trick, nigga, you's a trick (You's a trick) You pay my rent, I still won't let you hit (Hell no) You want a bag? I got my own shit (Yeah, bitch) You poppin' bands, I still won't let you hit (No, no, no) [Chorus] Moola, moola, moola, man, that's all I give a fuck about Dollar deals and family, man, that's all I give a fuck about Talkin' out the side your mouth, I don't give a fuck about Got my own bands, but I still want you to cash me out