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    Bad Azz / Lyrics

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    "Money 2 Fold" Lyrics

    Bad Azz feat. Snoop Dogg and Kurupt

    [Kurupt (Bad Azz)]
    Yo what's up? (Aiyyo, what's up Kurupt)
    A nigga feel so low that I can't come up
    Dippin down the 101 blazin smoke
    A trunk full of beats for why'all to go

    [Bad Azz]
    Kurupt, Snoop, let's do the damn thing
    Show all the little homies how the Dogg Pound bang

    [Snoop Dogg]
    Dash, fast, the upper class

    Went from low life to a brother with cash

    [Bad Azz]
    Spending all of my time and like half my cash
    Went from smoking dimes to smoking mafia bags
    Went from sometimes to smoking all in the bath
    And Lord knows I might host the Weed Award Show

    [Snoop Dogg]
    I'm looking for the 105 getting off the 405
    Be with this bad bitch, she living in the south
    I'm met her at the club with my nigga Gotti
    5-3, thick, with a lot of pride

    [Kurupt (Snoop Dogg)]
    That's what I love about the homes (What's that?)
    Its just like a nigga getting trained, the homie spittin game
    This shit makes no sense

    I'm trying to make a dollar out of 15 cents

    [Bad Azz]
    Money and funny niggas don't mix at all
    And Cali's the perfect whether to get your chips and ball
    So you can touch it while you're here or die without
    I'd rather have it, since it really don't matter

    [Chorus: x2]
    The world spin around much longer
    They thought that the West Coast leave
    But we still be float
    Mo' money 2 fold
    Nigga ice cold
    Mo' money 2 fold

    A G is a G which we all know

    A bitch is a bitch as a hoes a hoe
    Watch as I strut these, cousin, I'ma bank æem bank æem
    Dammit, it feels good, gangsta

    [Bad Azz]
    Its three gangstas in a Cadillac
    With TV's, CD's, some weed and three weeks
    Chucks and French braids, blunts and gold chains
    Hats and white T's, fag acts like police

    [Snoop Dogg]
    When we on the East Coast we get nothing but love
    All up in the club, DJ holla'd out who we was
    I looked around, seen some MC's and grabbed the mic
    And then I lit they ass up to keep the party on the high

    [Kurupt (Bad Azz)]
    Hit me on the Motorola holla at the homie
    What's up sitting down sipping a Corona (What's up Kurupt!)
    About to dip through, blaze up a quarter

    Ounce, bounce with the homies and make the tour bounce

    [Bad Azz]
    I like my Hennesey with Coke, I like my weed chronic smoke
    I like my, Gin straight, my Benjamin's big faced
    My women get big face, my niggas get big lace
    Big homes and big Bentley's coup and star chrome

    [Snoop Dogg]
    We rolling through the wild wild west
    No respect to the click, who keeps it so dick
    Most niggas probably want to bust us or even duck us
    But the thing is we doing the right thing so you niggas can't touch us


    [Bad Azz]
    I been no one fuck a little bit give me a lot
    I want a steak not an 8-gun on a block
    I want a skyscraper, not no apartment building
    And I want billions in case I got part with millions

    In case anybody ain't reach the top, that's cause they ain't deserve to
    Now shut the fuck up before I get my guns out
    And I ain't playing no games
    So check a nigga I ain't sayin no names

    [Snoop Dogg]
    How move it, who I move, but that's what they want
    But they just can't see me, I slide up on 'em
    Nigga that don't work his shit up off a coke
    Work that bitch from a corner into a comba, nigga ya want to?

    Dipping down the block where all the homies at
    Fleetwoods and Lax on the homies straps
    Nigga I rise for the hood home boy
    What up Dogg, it all ain't good home boy

    [Snoop Dogg]
    Like we said before, your face to the floor
    We holding up your motherfucking candy store
    And don't nobody get up til we hit the door
    I said lay down and don't get up!

    Dogg Pound gangstas in gray and blue

    [Bad Azz]
    Took over the world just by staying true
    You can bang to the boogie and hang out all late
    But get some money 2 fold cause the game don't wait

    [Chorus: x3]
    This song was submitted on November 26th, 2013 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Roba Music.
    Written by Calvin Broadus, Ricardo Brown, Kevin Gilliam, Jamarr Antonio Stamps.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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