Hussein Fatal
Текст песни Something Bout This Money

intro- Fatal

its born legendary mayne, Hussein Fatal The Outlaw Don, recognize the mob

Hook - Fatal

its something bout this money,
it got my baby moma open
the law dont come, thats what Im hopin
its something bout this money
it got them killers trying to kill me
I know them real money getters fill me
its something bout this money
it got them haters tryna hate
but its a long line, nigga wait
its something bout this money, its something bout this money
its something bout this money

verese 1 - Fatal

it got them bitches wide open,
they aint 5-0 thats what Im hopin
Im floatin down the freeway drunk full of ricky
its gonna take them alphabit boys to come and get me
I never been this worry free ever in my life
got bodys on my guns, some1 blood on my knife
this money in my pocket, but the hustle in my heart
they comin for my cash, Ima tear their ass apart
my presiden is black, my strap is to
and when they find my body try to bury me on New
I never been a sucker, I dont know bout u
and now they got them things crossed down south 2
Im headin 4 the border with a trunk full of weed
my baby moma tellin me shes all that I need
but no I dont believe her, becoz shes just a cheater
the only thing I trustin is this motherfuckin heater

Hook - Fatal

its something bout this money,
it got my baby moma open
the law dont come, thats what Im hopin
its something bout this money
it got them killers trying to kill me
I know them real money getters fill me
its something bout this money
it got them haters tryna hate
but its a long line, nigga wait
its something bout this money, its something bout this money
its something bout this money

verse 2 - Fatal

got people knockin at my door
Im hopin they aint siding with the law
im sitin on the couch with a cup full of liquor
they rushed in my crib and knocked over my lil sister
got everybody screamin comin in lookin for the white
but we done had the shit out the house since last night
aint nuthin in the trash got the guns in the cars
they searchin for the stash bout to tear this bitch apart
my president is black my watch band is too
u ever seen a murder nigga bangin piru
Ive always been a ridah I dont know about u
I catch another charge out this bitch and Im threw
Im headin to the door with a stick of c-4
blow everything to bits including this fuckin raw
Im makin them blievers, they wont take me either
they tryna gun us down with these motherfuckin heaters

Hook - Fatal

its something bout this money,
it got my baby moma open
the law dont come, thats what Im hopin
its something bout this money
it got them killers trying to kill me
I know them real money getters fill me
its something bout this money
it got them haters tryna hate
but its a long line, nigga wait
its something bout this money, its something bout this money
its something bout this money
it got me grinding in the streets
I know if I dont get it I wont eat
its somethin bout this money
it got me riding all night
if anything is wrong Im gettin it right
its something bout this money
it got them haters tryna hate
but its a long line, nigga wait

verse 3 - Fatal

it got me going against the coppers
I never leave the house without my chopper
Im riding out this bitch with a 100 rounds of amunition
my president is black maybe I can get him to listen
I tell him its a struggle out this bitch Im by myself
I say no gang to my homies Im by myself
this money means nuthin coz the hustles in my heart
Im speakin for the comments u never hear in the yard
Im sleepin on a mack but that couldve been u
1090 official, Im out this bitch wearing blue
Ive always been a ridah I dont know about u
they get a hold of my cash I dont know what Im going to do
Im headin to the border witha trunk full of g's
my baby moma tellin me shes all that I need