Texty:
E Money Bags Want It

Want it baby, I want it baby Don't go on it, your up on it baby Jump on it, jump on it, I want it baby You want it baby, I want it baby Jump on it

Hustler Hustler Hustler H U S T L E R Hustler Yo man you know what I'm sayin'? You got it goin' on my man, I like how it's goin' down You got the fly

's a thing of the past" Rest in peace E money bags, no more cabs Got caught with the ratchet in the stash, lawyer want cash My ba'y bro blast burners

shake, niggas flake Huh, flip it once more you're leary, huh Feds on your ass, hit money don't make money What happened to get money, the bitches, the cars and brick money

and never got recognized for it Dedicated to niggas like Phat Cap and Perry Mason You know You know how them niggas do, Tash and corn bread supreme You know, E Money-Bags

get it* Rah digga, up in the house *come get it* Rampage, up in the house *come get it* What? baby come get it (rah: what? nigga come get it) Chorus

Four Horsemen Searchin for this location on the map The gold rush, baby, got ta have it (I gots ta have it) It feels just like it's 1865 and a trigger

Now what you kno bout it What you know about it It ain't what you know about it's how you go about it An I go about it like I kno about it Like I'm sho

can really give it to me (now) Come on girl get loose with me Show me something I ain't never seen, baby Break it on down for me get it get it girl Don