Artist: C-Bo f/Guce
Album: Still Bout It
Song: Thug money
Typed By: Seasideplayer@Hotmail.com

Verse 1
[Guce]
We hit the block fo deep already drunk
I represent the mob ready to take your money
Fuck the sawed off me and bo kidnapp mug nigga
I'm a drug dealer having them bang over thug nigga
Having them bitches acting funny mafia gangsters
Do it real ghetto dirt off that half sheet bitch
Niggas with ak's shoot them snitches heard they cap
It ain't my fault when I lay my head on fall catch slugs
My nigga flossing in a camero bagging ohh dee's
They key's forget them fetti's got some serious up in this shit
Got to count up my cash in a barrel bank
Houses in all they that way they counted it
Kicks doing it all the way and we taking
No numbers doing it professional when we come for that ass
Better count your fetti hoe

Chorus: 7x
[guce and c-bo]
We having mo money
Atraight up drug money from getting hood money
We having thug money

Verse 2
[C-bo]
There we go nigga you should of known in big body
Young gotti's snatch them caddy's from frisco
We get them fuck some blah with a pistol it's me
And guce getting juice by when we tip toe
I'm about to go skit so unload my cheddar getting big
Big ninety five hundred all about my chips hoe
Though we fully loaded choppers for my click hoe
West coast mafia don't boss get shit so diamond jew-el
Candy 500 on dub this your bitch with your naked with dub twix
I'm all about the cash so I smash fuck some ass
Put them in the bitches living my life like feds
In a s class with playstations in the seat behind the glass
Diamonds shining from the lex piece when G'z pass
Magnums slam them down running in the mud
That was drug money the hood money

Chorus: 3x
[guce and c-bo]
We having mo money
Atraight up drug money from getting hood money
We having thug money

Verse 3
[guce]
From sess coast to the west coast they sell dope twenty mail packs
With fully ak's dumping on site pumping in the place
Watch your place washing that ass up
You don't want your ak be your muthafucka from bay
Let you know you fucking with a real clips bitch
It's some real shit with full clips wit big dicks
From frisco cuz we straight fuck of it let them know
Get my heater and fill them all up from the muthafucking c-bo
The fifth don't end in my throat wet my throat
We come with a 77 cutlass in the bay hoes crawl
In my hundred spokes hk for the highway patrol
Losing control they say we getting no gas pedal
Leave them standing guess go bay

Chorus: 7x
[guce]
We having mo money
Atraight up drug money from getting hood money
We having thug money