| Song | Money To Make |
| Artist | Rick Ross |
| Album | Get Well Soon! |
| [Intro] | |
| My niggas 100, my corner 100 | |
| The car cost a hundred, the trunk hold a hundred | |
| Just smoking my ganja, this joint cost a hundred | |
| The Nikes cost a hundred, the ice in abundance | |
| [Verse 1] | |
| Now I’m fucking with H, can't be taking no shorts | |
| We scoring the points, we done made it a sport | |
| Scheduled to testify, never made it to court | |
| I sprinkle pesticide, set a trap and you caught | |
| You can’t be talking live when you walkin' in the house | |
| Fuck what you talkin' 'bout, bitch, you walkin' in and out | |
| I ain’t whipping no ounce, ain’t touching no ounce | |
| If you fuck with an ounce, get the fuck out the house | |
| 'Cause it's only squares when you come in here | |
| So for all you squares, let me make it clear | |
| Let me get it straight, I’m fishing to take | |
| Not the fish in the tank | |
| I got money to make | |
| [Hook] | |
| My niggas 100, my corner 100 | |
| The car cost a hundred, the trunk hold a hundred | |
| Just smoking my ganja, this joint cost a hundred | |
| The Nikes cost a hundred, the ice in abundance | |
| My niggas 100, my corner 100 | |
| The car cost a hundred, the trunk hold a hundred | |
| Just smoking my ganja, this joint cost a hundred | |
| The Nikes cost a hundred, the ice in abundance | |
| [Hook] | |
| [Verse 2: Mack Maine] | |
| Real nigga in the building, where the work at? | |
| That New Orleans Saints fitted, that’s my work hat | |
| My niggas got that H, Percs, white and purp | |
| And they shoot off one leg, they awkward like Dougie | |
| Thug life, thug life, bitch, I’m feeling like 'Pac | |
| When I’m riding up your block | |
| 'Bout to release the 50 shots off top | |
| Your bitch here, you'll get your issue | |
| Your family, they gon' miss you | |
| They gon' find you, we ain't miss ya | |
| Bury that boy with tissue since he was a cry baby | |
| Your mami over your casket, asking "lord, why, baby?" | |
| See I live in a world where they mistreat black babies | |
| And in a hood that crank babies just to grow up just to jack babies | |
| Bitch I’m from New Orleans, you can’t come where I’m from | |
| Got a drum on a caper, Pa-Rum-Pa-Pum Pum | |
| Boy I ain’t no fronter, it’s Ross, Mack and Stunner | |
| I put 50 on 50, that’s why they call me 100 | |
| [Hook] | |
| [Verse 3] | |
| See we stunting, fuck with me, popping bottles, throwing money | |
| Niggas giving headshots, bitch, no running | |
| Them hundreds came fast, bitches came quicker | |
| Wet candy paint sticky moving start dipping | |
| We ran through the trenches, jumping over fences | |
| Got it out the field, now my homies doing digits | |
| Shinning on these bitches, after hour countin' tickets | |
| Got it from my Gs, now we on another mission | |
| We focus on another saddle, another batch | |
| Another bird full of H, nigga, comin' like that | |
| Slap back Caddy, dippin' while we droppin' | |
| Blowin' while we counting, a hundred G’s in my pocket |
| Intro | |
| My niggas 100, my corner 100 | |
| The car cost a hundred, the trunk hold a hundred | |
| Just smoking my ganja, this joint cost a hundred | |
| The Nikes cost a hundred, the ice in abundance | |
| Verse 1 | |
| Now I' m fucking with H, can' t be taking no shorts | |
| We scoring the points, we done made it a sport | |
| Scheduled to testify, never made it to court | |
| I sprinkle pesticide, set a trap and you caught | |
| You can' t be talking live when you walkin' in the house | |
| Fuck what you talkin' ' bout, bitch, you walkin' in and out | |
| I ain' t whipping no ounce, ain' t touching no ounce | |
| If you fuck with an ounce, get the fuck out the house | |
| ' Cause it' s only squares when you come in here | |
| So for all you squares, let me make it clear | |
| Let me get it straight, I' m fishing to take | |
| Not the fish in the tank | |
| I got money to make | |
| Hook | |
| My niggas 100, my corner 100 | |
| The car cost a hundred, the trunk hold a hundred | |
| Just smoking my ganja, this joint cost a hundred | |
| The Nikes cost a hundred, the ice in abundance | |
| My niggas 100, my corner 100 | |
| The car cost a hundred, the trunk hold a hundred | |
| Just smoking my ganja, this joint cost a hundred | |
| The Nikes cost a hundred, the ice in abundance | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 2: Mack Maine | |
| Real nigga in the building, where the work at? | |
| That New Orleans Saints fitted, that' s my work hat | |
| My niggas got that H, Percs, white and purp | |
| And they shoot off one leg, they awkward like Dougie | |
| Thug life, thug life, bitch, I' m feeling like ' Pac | |
| When I' m riding up your block | |
| ' Bout to release the 50 shots off top | |
| Your bitch here, you' ll get your issue | |
| Your family, they gon' miss you | |
| They gon' find you, we ain' t miss ya | |
| Bury that boy with tissue since he was a cry baby | |
| Your mami over your casket, asking " lord, why, baby?" | |
| See I live in a world where they mistreat black babies | |
| And in a hood that crank babies just to grow up just to jack babies | |
| Bitch I' m from New Orleans, you can' t come where I' m from | |
| Got a drum on a caper, PaRumPaPum Pum | |
| Boy I ain' t no fronter, it' s Ross, Mack and Stunner | |
| I put 50 on 50, that' s why they call me 100 | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 3 | |
| See we stunting, fuck with me, popping bottles, throwing money | |
| Niggas giving headshots, bitch, no running | |
| Them hundreds came fast, bitches came quicker | |
| Wet candy paint sticky moving start dipping | |
| We ran through the trenches, jumping over fences | |
| Got it out the field, now my homies doing digits | |
| Shinning on these bitches, after hour countin' tickets | |
| Got it from my Gs, now we on another mission | |
| We focus on another saddle, another batch | |
| Another bird full of H, nigga, comin' like that | |
| Slap back Caddy, dippin' while we droppin' | |
| Blowin' while we counting, a hundred G' s in my pocket |