Songtext:
Yea', Klear J off in this bitch nigga/ Magnetfolien Düsseldorf Uh-huh, tsal mubla you know what I'm sayin/ Representing that ATM, put cha' Ace up if you with us nigga/ You know how we do/ You know what I'm sayin', I got my boy Master- meezy 4 sheezy/ Got my boy T-Ski, you know what I'm sayin'/ You got myself, you got my nigga, Raza/ You got nigga Lil' Timmi off in this bitch/ You know what I'm sayin we bout to get crunk in this bitch like this nigga yea'...
(1st Chorus) Ya'll boys know that I'm All Towards Money/ Stackin my bread like man it aight funny/ They jealous cause I pull all of they honies/ Because she know that I'm All Towards Money..
Verse 1: Yeah, my nigga I'ma rider/ I'm not in no prada/ Gotta Milleena and two chevy's cause I'ma shiner/ (You say you saw your chick the driver)/ Never know she probably was/ Don't claim to be no pimp, but you know how I does/ (These boys get no love)/ When they hated on my nature/ (I thought you said you was gone change Klear)/ But first I gotta get this paper/ (I'ma big money maker) Big paperchaser/ You step across that line and I might have to erase ya'/ (Learn the street at a early age)/ But look I'm never getting played/ Been through alot shit/ (Now I'm crazy in the last days)/
(2nd Chorus) Ya'll boys know that I'm All Towards Money/ Stackin my bread like man it aight funny/ They jealous cause I pull all of they honies/ Because she know that I'm All Towards Money/ Yeah, I see them haters they look at me funny/ They wanna harm me but they aight no dummy/ They jealous cause they chick push that whip for me/ Because they know that I'm All Towards Money/ Yeah...