Bet Money Lyrics - Gucci Mane

1 Break a line to a bunch of dimes then you grind up

2 Money got me sure my ass can't even hold my pants up

3 Twenty niggas standing on the flat all getting off

4 Found a jacket, get em bro, late with his head soft

5 Try me in the six, I'ma raise this forty five up

6 Shave a brick, put it back together, that's a lineup

7 We mix the chick, use a little cut, that's a temp fade

8 And if he got a chopper never ever bring a switchblade

9 I'm a multimillionaire, I got a couple hundred on me

10 And no more mac, I told the scrap, I make you stick yourself like Tony

11 I give a nigga my whole stash if he can take this jewelry off me

12 And I'm so bossy in my altar, smoking kush and sipping coffee

13 Walk, walk, walk

14 They said I couldn't get rich, I hid that money (pick up that money)

15 All that sideline talk don't make no money

16 Bout that bread, y'all niggas out here too funny (y'all niggas too funny)

17 Hit your bitch then leave her with no money (she broke)

18 They said I couldn't get rich, I hid that money (I did it)

19 All that sideline talk don't make no money (y'all niggas out crocked)

20 Bout that bread, y'all niggas out here too funny

21 I hit your bitch then leave her with no money

22 Money is a motto, if you speak it then I'm with ya

23 Any sideline nigga, they get cropped out the picture

24 If you ask me, yeah I'm ready, got your hoe on a mission

25 Catch me running through your city like a damn politician

26 Boy I'm all about a chick

27 She don't ask no questions, boy she all about the nig

28 Say she want to crash so I let my partners rip

29 Looking at this nigga that stay flyer than a jet

30 They don't hear me yet

31 I'ma get that check, that money

32 Y'all niggas out here funny

33 You know y'all nigga on the go

34 Gotta have that green light gumby

35 I'ma fool with it though, too clumsy

36 On the clock monday through sunday

37 Everyday gotta get that money

38 And I learned that from the big homie

39 They said I couldn't get rich, I hid that money (pick up that money)

40 All that sideline talk don't make no money

41 Bout that bread, y'all niggas out here too funny (y'all niggas too funny)

42 Hit your bitch then leave her with no money (she broke)

43 They said I couldn't get rich, I hid that money (I did it)

44 All that sideline talk don't make no money (y'all niggas out crocked)

45 Bout that bread, y'all niggas out here too funny

46 I hit your bitch then leave her with no money

47 I'm like eleven of them back, give me that fucking walkie talkie

48 Then get lost cause when you said you'd never cross me then you crossed me

49 And these hoes count the vapors like biz marquee

50 It's since they brought me these keys, niggas idolize me

51 Critics criticize me, haters sabotage me

52 I get angry then I cut through whoever camouflaged veep

53 Better workers, that's my killers, ain't gonna jeopardize me

54 I know these fuck niggas with they could paralyze me

55 Walk, walk, walk

56 They said I couldn't get rich, I hid that money (pick up that money)

57 All that sideline talk don't make no money

58 Bout that bread, y'all niggas out here too funny (y'all niggas too funny)

59 Hit your bitch then leave her with no money (she broke)

60 They said I couldn't get rich, I hid that money (I did it)

61 All that sideline talk don't make no money (y'all niggas out crocked)

62 Bout that bread, y'all niggas out here too funny

63 I hit your bitch then leave her with no money