Stunna Man - B-Legit

Gettin' money, I’m a stunna man

Hey, yeah

Gettin' money, I’m a stunna man

Hey, yeah

I dot the I’s, cross the T’s

Ain’t a spitter in this rap that can trap like me

Or mack like me, throwback like fee

Ballin' do it all in the streets of the V

Beastie I approach 'em

Really don’t like 'em, fuck 'em smoke 'em

Hitters I know from the yard in Fulsom

Rippers I know that go I broke 'em

Game stay sharp, keep creasin' baby

We cash ours out, fuck leasin' baby

Everything bang from the Range to the piece of the chain

I got money in the bank, what you drink?

Candy ass paint

I’m doin' what they can’t

hydro and keep blowin' and blowin'

And it could be six in the mornin'

I’ll still be

Gettin' money, I’m a stunna man

Hey, yeah

Gettin' money, I’m a stunna man

Hey, yeah

Northern California man, home of the hemp

You can tell he had the money man, look at the limp

three deep so I guess he a pimp

Tried to hold him in contempt of a murder attempt

I be feelin' these rippers, sixty on the

Hit me on the text on the MySpace rightly

Seems so exciting but to B it’s ignore 'em

I stop, pop

West coast get it off of pills and yadada

Hitters in the cut with the skills to follow ya

We hit you at the spot, blue steel will swallow ya

Thanks to my connect up in Guadalajara

This is money motivation, operation Gouda

Beware of the owner, 'cause the owner’s a shooter

We cash out everything, covered with

Especially when you dealin' with them M’s

Gettin' money, I’m a stunna man

Hey, yeah

Gettin' money, I’m a stunna man

Hey, yeah

You can check G fouls man I go that hard

Like niggas from the pen when they walk that yard

I’m beast in the street yeah I got that car

And bitch I’m a mothafuckin' rap star

I go sick on a cycle, in the air

Niggas rollin' Bela’s got smoke everywhere

Baby I’m a player, get a load of me

Ain’t met a bitch yet that put a hold on me

Because

Gettin' money, I’m a stunna man

Hey, yeah

Gettin' money, I’m a stunna man

Hey, yeah