Yea', Klear J off in this bitch nigga/
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...