Songtexte:
C Bo Get The Money

1] We getting money got the getting money My nigga from Rap a Lot get the money Nigga from tha row get the money Stick wid it niggas is get the money

us when you was lickin the lower lip makin' the double fib with your fingers all over it trippin' all over you whenever you rock the show time to get money

Ride to the fellow Mister Rogers and hoes Drove a 500 sittin on Lorenzoes He broke out, Little Bo Peep, smoked out Saw, her and her friends sellin sheepskins [Little Bo

me When niggas ugly you gotta cut me a dime Little Asian honey is funny, she love me long time Get this money, if you don't mind, got money on my mind

? By the way homie what's gangsta to you? (Money, dope and alcohol and plenty bitches all up on your dick) I got that How can C-Bo be wrong? How can Yukmouth

up! (c'mon) Smoke that shit up! (c'mon) Take money money! (c'mon) Brick City Mashin'! (c'mon) Stolen cars! (c'mon) Counterfeit bills! (c'mon)

Dogg] Bitch get your mind right, get your mind right Bitch get your mind right, get your mind right Yeah, white boyz up in the motherfucker My nigga T-Bo

step up in this bitch in an MCM suit 38 snub in my MCM boots Young what you smoking on I call it 6 c-notes got it on the westside, cost me 6 c-notes

But I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't That's how it is for me 'cause I live a boss' life Now this is for the B's and the C's, and the D's and the H