Bet Money Lyrics & Tabs by Gucci Mane
Bet Money
guitar chords lyrics
Break a line to a bunch of dimes then you grind up
Money got me sure my ass can't even hold my pants up
Twenty niggas standing on the flat all getting off
Found a jacket, get em bro, late with his head soft
Try me in the six, I'ma raise this forty five up
Shave a brick, put it back together, that's a lineup
We mix the chick, use a little cut, that's a temp fade
And if he got a chopper never ever bring a switchblade
I'm a multimillionaire, I got a couple hundred on me
And no more mac, I told the scrap, I make you stick yourself like Tony
I give a nigga my whole stash if he can take this jewelry off me
And I'm so bossy in my altar, smoking kush and sipping coffee
Walk, walk, walk
They said I couldn't get rich, I hid that money (pick up that money)
All that sideline talk don't make no money
Walk, walk, walk
They said I couldn't get rich, I hid that money (pick up that money)
All that sideline talk don't make no money
Bout that bread, y'all niggas out here too funny (y'all niggas too funny)
Hit your bitch then leave her with no money (she broke)
They said I couldn't get rich, I hid that money (I did it)
All that sideline talk don't make no money (y'all niggas out crocked)
Bout that bread, y'all niggas out here too funny
I hit your bitch then leave her with no money
Money is a motto, if you speak it then I'm with you
Any sideline nigga, they get cropped out the picture
If you ask me, yeah I'm ready, got your hoe on a mission
Catch me running through your city like a damn politician
Boy I'm all about a chick
She don't ask no questions, boy she all about the nig
Say she want to crash so I let my partners rip
Looking at this nigga that stay flyer than a jet
They don't hear me yet
I'ma get that check, that money
Y'all niggas out here funny
You know y'all nigga on the go
Gotta have that green light gumby
I'ma fool with it though, too clumsy
On the clock monday through sunday
Everyday gotta get that money
And I learned that from the big homie
They said I couldn't get rich, I hid that money (pick up that money)
All that sideline talk don't make no money
Bout that bread, y'all niggas out here too funny (y'all niggas too funny)
Hit your bitch then leave her with no money (she broke)
They said I couldn't get rich, I hid that money (I did it)
All that sideline talk don't make no money (y'all niggas out crocked)
Bout that bread, y'all niggas out here too funny
I hit your bitch then leave her with no money
I'm like eleven of them back, give me that fucking walkie talkie
Then get lost cause when you said you'd never cross me then you crossed me
And these hoes count the vapors like biz marquee
It's since they brought me these keys, niggas idolize me
Critics criticize me, haters sabotage me
I get angry then I cut through whoever camouflaged veep
Better workers, that's my killers, ain't gonna jeopardize me
I know these fuck niggas with they could paralyze me
Walk, walk, walk
They said I couldn't get rich, I hid that money (pick up that money)
All that sideline talk don't make no money
Bout that bread, y'all niggas out here too funny (y'all niggas too funny)
Hit your bitch then leave her with no money (she broke)
They said I couldn't get rich, I hid that money (I did it)
All that sideline talk don't make no money (y'all niggas out crocked)
Bout that bread, y'all niggas out here too funny
I hit your bitch then leave her with no money
