Oola Da Boss Dat Money Lyrics

CHORUS
Everything that she say she won't do
I bet she do for dat money
Everyday I wake up I hit the trap
Gotta get to dat money
Cell phone ringing off the hook
Yeah it's probably dat money
Then I hit the strip club
And I let her throw it for me
Dat money (repeat 4 times)
Cell phone ringing off the hook
Yeah its probably dat money
Plug on the way said he pulling up to today
Bout to bring me back a hundred

VERSE 1 (Cap1)
When it come to the money f*ck nigga
We ain't playin no games
We'll pull up on a nigga broad day
Serving yay
Mother f*cker I'm just tryna get paid
Been around the world got a girl in each state
Big timer Nigga all I do is eat steak
Food off the plate niggas getting in the way
My shooter trigger happy he go crazy with the K
Phone off the chain bout to make another play
I can serve it anyway Hard yay Soft yay
Got drink got Molly got pills
I ain't paying bitch's bills
Give her cheap thrills then I'm heading for the hills
Stirring up the pot like I'm cooking oatmeal
Told him C.O.D I pull up nigga buy it
My nigga with the shit and bout to start a f*cking riot
Swag too loud I can't even be quite
Gotta addict for the work overnight it I'll fly it
I just want the money told him he can keep her
I don't need her
My new bitch get wetter than Katrina
Nigga on the ground
Left Texas thousand pints in a beamer
Do it for the money
Do it for the money
I bet she do it for the money
Put a bag on your head
Nigga's poppin up dead
Cuz they ass ain't keep it 100
Nigga I'm gone

CHORUS
Everything that she say she won't do
I bet she do for dat money
Everyday I wake up I hit the trap
Gotta get to dat money
Cell phone ringing off the hook
Yeah it's probably dat money
Then I hit the strip club
And I let her throw it for me Dat money (repeat 4 times)
Cell phone ringing off the hook
Yeah its probably dat money
Plug on the way said he pulling up to today
Bout to bring me back a hundred

VERSE 2 (Oola Da Boss )
Guarantee it she gone do it for the money
See a nigga guok'd up with them big face hundreds
Yeah you better watch your step cuz my youngin he a gunner
On my Birdman shit
Motherf*cker im a Stunna Playboy
Trapping out the motherf*cking Hummer Playboy
It's about to be a real cold summer Playboy
I don't even really think you want it Playboy
I got the chopper with the shoulder strap on it Playboy
26 inch forgiatos Playboy on the AMG kit 550 Playboy
Lock it all up in the pot Playboy
Traffic going up and down the block playboy
I'm hot playboy like cash money in the late nineties block is hot playboy
Stop playboy
You the type of nigga you ain't even really even had a knot Playboy
Show you how to do it
I can show you how to get it
Show you how to pitch it I can show you how to flip it
Whipping up the pot straight f*cking up the dishes
Birds in the water got the chickens and the pigeons
Shorty You ain't really bout it you ain't down to go the distance
Ever since I was a youngin motherf*cker had to get it
Shorty speedballing yeah he finna catch a ticket
Put the birds in the water then I counter clock whip it
Smokin that strong

CHORUS
Everything that she say she won't do
I bet she do for dat money
Everyday I wake up I hit the trap
Gotta get to dat money
Cell phone ringing off the hook
Yeah it's probably dat money
Then I hit the strip club
And I let her throw it for me
Dat money (repeat 4 times)
Cell phone ringing off the hook
Yeah its probably dat money
Plug on the way said he pulling up to today
Bout to bring me back a hundred