Bun B - In Money We Trust Instrumental

"In Money We Trust"


Lyrics Below..........

[Bun B]
Now if you got it on yo mind
I can get it off your chest
Take it out yo mouth and I'm gon' take care of the rest
No stress, just do-do, when I'm jumpin' out the 4-door
Smoke 'll hit you like judo when you walk up to the yuko
When I let the top down, sippin lean still ballin'
TV's in the visors so the screens still fallin'
Niggaz grab hustlin' I ain't finna break my neck
I make some paper off this flow, but I got rich off respect
Ask anybody who know me about my seeds
Westside 9th street, I came up amongst the G's
Crack game in 88, it took over shit I was there
I stood on southern through texas and got my share
And my nina on my waist, dope up in my jaw
One eye for them fiends, one eye for that law
Niggaz crooks as niggaz soft, so my rep is hard as steel
Big Bun muthaf**ka, representin' for the trill

[Chorus - Chamillionaire]
If you haters you gon' like us
If you like us you gon' hate us
But, one thing you can say is we some serious paper chasers
'cause, friends turn to haters
And, some turn to traitors
But my money never changes (mhum)
So in Money We Trust
(repeat)

[Chamillionaire]
When white America stares at the pair of eyes in a colred face
Can they see why he love to chase
green fetti in a gutta place
He grew up so he love the taste
For diniro's hes a disgrace
Denies that he's tellin' a lie lookin' right in his mother's face
Can't reside, in his brother's 'states
But out ridin' on dub's he take
What's hidin' above his waist, and go ride out some other fake
He's claimin' that he's real, but when he's not on that camera
Hed rather give stuff to these hoes, like he's copyin' Santa
When he's not on that camera, he's talkin' like he Pac with his grammar
But he will not cock or pop the top of his hammer
Money's the reason why rich people get red-dots on they flannels
While bank-tellers gotta get down on the floor like Dave Banner
Go ta spot in that 'Bama, and also got a spot in that channel
Few people know I got a spot to stash that knot in Atlanta
Don't trust the chick I with, she fine and mixed with another race
But I keep the combination to my safe in a safe in another place

[Chorus - Chamillionaire]
If you haters you gon' like us
If you like us you gon' hate us
But, one thing you can say is we some serious paper chasers
'cause, friends turn to haters
And, some turn to traitors
But my money never changes (mhum)
So in Money We Trust
(repeat)

[Slim Thug]
A lot of folks say when Slim got a lil change he changed
I ain't gon' lie yeah I changed, but it was for the better mayne
When I was broke ain't have to worry bout gold-diggin' hoes
When I was broke I ain't have to worry bout jackers tryin' to get my dough
Haters bustin' the .44's, 'cause I'm stickin' they chicks
I got a lot of best friends quick, when they heard I was rich
And them niggaz I used to ride with, stack cash, get high with
is the same niggaz on my side, them the same niggaz I'ma die with
Some friends turn foes, and some men turn hoes
But that's how the shit goes, when you ain't broke no more
Money the root of all evil, it could help or hurt people
You can't live without it so it tend to turn good guys evil
A lot of folks love money, more then they love theyself
I rather be dead then broke takin' death chances for wealth
I know niggaz 'll kill you for scrilla and won't think twice to bust
Yo life ain't worth shit to us, (mhum) IN MONEY WE TRUST!

[Chorus - Chamillionaire]
If you haters you gon' like us
If you like us you gon' hate us
But, one thing you can say is we some serious paper chasers
'cause, friends turn to haters
And, some turn to traitors
But my money never changes (mhum)
So in Money We Trust
(repeat)

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[thatguy4297]

run up on me catch a switchblade to yo throat like a tattoo them laccerations is irremovable, consider that a violation for being such a fucking fool,and when i grab my banger you better be duckin too, cause when i catch you imma be buckin for you, best run home lil bitch i know u dont wanna feel the pain, oh shit to late you already caught two WITHIN A INCH OF YO BRAIN!

[210smoker]

210.

[garciaraymundo651]

i spit sick flow get dough more than a skitzo hoe so get low droppin these niggas just like my pistol it blows whether u like it i let the shit go it blows

[jgrahamm3]

The money works for me Its employed" If I pull my money out the bank will be destoyed" Always with a bad bitch Hair longer than loyd" To her thong n shit hotter than an astroid" buring to the ground this is just the definition and the product of the sound" some boast of fame but somehow they can't be found" so common to you now more common than a noun" in your ears in shit knockin haters down"

[colombia819]

in money we trust and i think i need to bust / clownin on you niggas, i don't really need to cuss / yea ima tell you how its done, and what to do for fun / and how to get them women, yea way more than one / im just playin around and like to freestyle / i am jl audio and you all are pyle / i got the best purple dank and that purple drank / i aint sharin with no-one, not even for some bank / cuz im a really greedy person, and i still am learnin / and in the studio, i always have a blunt burnin

[gta864]

Now if you got it on yo mind I can get it off your chest Take it out yo mouth and I'm gon' take care of the rest No stress, just do-do, when I'm jumpin' out the 4-door Smoke 'll hit you like judo when you walk up to the yuko When I let the top down, sippin lean still ballin' TV's in the visors so the screens still fallin' Niggaz grab hustlin' I ain't finna break my neck I make some paper off this flow, but I got rich off respect

[lilboss141]

in money we trust in sniches we bust turn u old ass rappers 2 rust ya bitches we been fucked i dont give a fuck nigga knuck if u buck bullets from da shotty feel like u got hit by a truck get kicked like chuck...norris we got plenty whores leave ya family screamin like a horror cryin at da morg eat u rappers like a smore shit u out like a boar gunz da size of a door leave ya body in peices on da floor my lyrical quality cant be ignored bitchs run 2 me and neva leave bored

[BuddhaOCT]

Briarglen/ Bridlewood/ Wood Valley/ Western Park/ whats good/ down to Western Oaks/ all my niggas/ im cool with them gangbangers, serial killers and dope dealers/ Mara Salvatrucha, Cholo-3/ Even them Mayate killas/ i aint no murderer/ but my hands will be round ya necc tighter than my braids/ and, i'll cut ya ass up and keep it clean like my boy, Chino's, fade/ rep Western Park 'til i'm dead and i'm gone/ 90 years from now/ niggas'll still be singin my songs/

[DREAZYDECEMBER]

up...and down and even to da side, i see 8 year olds packin all dem 9's, kill'n high, doin time, only on da grind steal'n all da time, just doin wat they do, only if they momma's didnt cry, now let me tell ya a story a 13 yr old boy was glory, thought he was tha ching ching man stack'n high err day, than one day he got shot in da projects late a dark, he was remembered as a fuck'd up kid think'n of pussy all da time.

[thegtownsbest]

good song