Money Up

Money heavy, gotta keep an eye
On my people, on my baby, where they all reside (Ooh)
Cut the cheque, now I’m verified, ayy
Cop the check, now I’m worth the time, ayy
Check the cops, make 'em pay the fines
Riot in the street, like all the time, damn
Murda, murda, murda she wrote (She wrote)
Why they gotta hit so low? (So low)
Undertaker, stay in the floor (Floor)
Why they gotta pistol blow? (Blow)
Crowd roarin', that shit clear my mic
Crowd surfin', kicked out all the lights (Ooh)
Admission goin' up every night
Makin' me think twice, I’m like «Fuck, what’s my line?"(Skrr-skrr)
Uh, uh, bitch you know you lyin', no cap (Ooh)
'Bout to roll another one, yeah, and she throw it back (Phew)
Get your money up, don’t fuck the money up (Phew, phew)
Uh, get your money up, don’t fuck the money up (Skrr)