Too Much Money

[Intro: Ras Kass]
What are we waiting for?
Yeah
Razzy Kazzy, the [?], Spider Loc
We gon' ride (Yea) this shit out y'all
Carpe diem, get your fuckin' money

[Chorus: Ras Kass]
Too much money to get (Too much)
Too many bulletproof GTs to whip (Ya know)
I'm tryna fuck exotic hoes and go on tour, c'mon let's travel the world
What are we waiting for?

[Verse 1: Ras Kass]
I'm fresh outta L.A., southwest of the L.B.C. [?] finest, ain't shit you can tell me
Niggas burn Ls, Ras hit the Belve, no set-trippin' but my luggage say L.V. (Louie Vuitton)
Cut out your tongue and eyes you ever tell B
And you could never replace your left eye like TLC
Brad Pitt and snatch they can't comprehend me (What?)
But I won't throw the fight and you gon' die in the end, see (Ah)
Poverty made me crazy (Fuck you), just pay me
Gas prices to high, blame it on Dick Cheney (Woo)
Mister miscellaneous, instantaneous combustion
Hot to death, I spit flamey
A little nigga, raised by the mid 80s, on that old school Ice Cube, bitch you can't play me
Ras is like orderin' Starbucks from a red Mercedes in Hades
Like manga (What are we waiting for?) anime mae mae

[Chorus: Ras Kass & Spider Loc ]
Too much money to get (Too much)
Too many bulletproof GTs to whip (Yea)
I'm tryna fuck exotic hoes and go on tour, c'mon let's travel the world (Ha)
Too much money to get (Yea)
Too many bulletproof GTs (Yea) to whip (Yea)
I'm tryna fuck exotic hoes and go on tour, c'mon let's travel the world (Let's ride)
What are we waiting for?

[Verse 2: Spider Loc]
I got a flow so hot that it get the fire red
And it's on me to talk shit now that Richard Pryor dead (Haaaa)
These niggas get deals and start to disregard the grinds
When a couple of years they be real hard to find, they hate
I paroral from the yard to shine
So I'm stayin' on the road goin' hard for mine (Ching Ching)
You see I ain't the little homie, I don' did two bids
I still keep a pistol on me and I got two kids (Rah)
I know you been gone and heard a lot about the land (I know)
This nigga, that nigga, but it's all about the man and damn
Everybody had to say they side (E.C.I.P.) about young S.P.I. at the day they die
My name steady in the street but I still feel focused and just a word to the hood, loc, I don't kill coastes
I'm a G-Unit rider, got a million in the bank
And I'm a real straight shooter, I'm brilliant in the paint

[Chorus: Ras Kass & Spider Loc]
Too much money to get
Too many bulletproof GTs to whip
I'm tryna fuck exotic hoes and go on tour, c'mon let's travel the world
Too much money to get
Too many bulletproof GTs to whip
I'm tryna fuck exotic hoes and go on tour, c'mon let's travel the world (Ha haaaa)
What are we waiting for?

[Outro: Spider Loc]
Ay look here young, ay
Nah for real though, I, I, I wish I could come through and just post up and get loaded wit'chall but
That nigga F, we, we, we finna get on this jet and go to
Over, I gotta get my passport and shit
Yea, naw I was, naw I was in, I wasn't even in the land I was in New York and shit cuzz
This nigga Ras got a spot out there, we was just chillin' and shit
You know he just came home, he on parole and shit
He was doin', doin' what he do like
You know I'm sayin', 'cause we be just emceeing doe y'all this ain't even no, we don't wanna, be, beatin' up people and all that, we emceeing and rappin' and shit, gettin' this money all over the motherfuckin' world
Ha hah, it's nothin', you feel me? we west ridin'
Whoo Kid branded out west deuce times, gettin' dough
50 don' bought it out west two times, gettin' dough
We gon' get some mo, what up Banks? Young Buck my nigga, Tony Yayo, I think like you, hmph, I'm predicate felon, nigga
M.O.P., Mobb Deep, we holdin' it down, first lady, Miss O, O, O
Hmph, I'm a gangbanger ya'll, I'm out
What are we waiting for?