Full Clip in this muthafucka, whut!!!
It's all about the money, dead presidents
A ryda ain't shit without his money,
Ya heard me, whut,,whut...bring it whut!!!
It ain't just the paper chase no more
It's a way of life, fuck chasing
Put it in my pocket bitch, whut!
Yea, money money money ya'll!
Dollars, money, g's, chedda, green, bring it! bring it!"

Once upon a time I was sitting at a stop light
Counting my chedda, and shinning up the gat, right
Gang tight, never caught slipping
Fools pull up dipping, straight set tripping
Hell naw, I ain't letting this shit ride
Got out, open the door and got aside
Chilling in the backseat pulled out the heat
Heated to the dome, the car coming with me what
Matter of fact, fuck all that
Don't care what time of day or the place I'm at
Just me and my piece resting in the crease
Between boxers and denim, and everything's co-cheese
'Cause I cease, and open an opportunity
Everytime a sucker gets caught slippin' next to me
Pockets get lined, everything's lovely
One way a ryda gets down fo his money, yeah

(Chorus)
What rydas do for money
(A ryda gets dirty and known to get greedy
Bitch run your pockets, I'll rob the whole city)
What rydas do for money
(A ryda pulls gats then jacks yo stacks
Bitch run your pockets, or get popped in the back)

Pockets are swole now but just not fat enough
I'll do any kind of dirt for a few bucks
There I go, I cased out the spot
Where everything pops
Baseheads and crackrocks
Farmers inside bakin' all the cream cheese
But fuck that shit, a ryda got needs
2 techs and a 9 in the back
Where those hoes at, I'll wipe them off the map
Kicked in the door, bitch get on the floor
Took them in the back room open the drawer
Get on your fucking knees, turn around
You getting stuck up, don't make a fucking sound
Vo-tec centers got emptied in his face
Drawer got took, the house got kicked
My pockets got lined, everything's lovely
I love the way a ryda gets down for his money

(Chorus)
What rydas do for money
(A ryda gets dirty and known to get greedy
Bitch run your pockets, I'll rob the whole city)
What rydas do for money
(A ryda pulls gats then jacks yo stacks
Bitch run your pockets, or get popped in the back)

There's many different ways around to earn yo green
You a ryda, you dunno, yo it's a money thing
Stacking yo chips, making paper
'Cause I'll make ya hand over that bank, yeah!
Jacking that shit arouse in the rap game
It won't make a damn difference, it's all the same
This way or that way, it's going in my pocket
Can't nobody stop it, to me it's all profit
A trick layed down, what's yours is mine
Make one wrong move get stabbed in the spine
My pockets been lined and everythings lovely
I told you I can die for my muthafucking money bitch

(Chorus repeats until fade)
What rydas do for money
(A ryda gets dirty and known to get greedy
Bitch run your pockets, I'll rob the whole city)
What rydas do for money
(A ryda pulls gats then jacks yo stacks
Bitch run your pockets, or get popped in the back)