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me a bag how i started off
Fuck 12 pig slaughter em all 
Young boss give a fuck bout the law
Fees paying back money on pause
I aint have it i was

Ask About Me

Ice Cube

Tha Remix Album

2005

I check it in on the West Coast (Ask about me) 
I check it in in the Dirty South (a yeay) 
I check it in in the Mid West (hustle  man) 
I check it

I'm a villain, I don't care about none of y'all bitches
I'll start to stack this money cause I know that I'll be winning
I'm a villain, madara with

don’t know what I’m doin (This is drug dealer music)
Two phones, change the number once a month
Don’t you text me bout the work, mothafucka that’s

me

I'm pushing you niggas off me
If it ain't bout my family don't bother me
If it ain't bout my money don't bother me

When nobody believed in me
I

to touch me you gon' fall like quicksand
Hold on, quit playing with the fucking goat, I just make hits man
I don't give a fuck 'bout what a hater or a bitch

shit.
All over you 24/7.

[Chorus]
Why did you love me from the start.
Why did you not care bout me now.
Why did you never see yourself.
Those are

em who now yea
Why they so mad bout me
Make it hot like the summer when im killing these beats
God damn
Trying to get money by the load
Then and im

Don't ask me what my past bout
Chase money on the fast route
Im'a keep rolling honey berrys till i pass out
Count green and smoke green mostly all day

to the bag
Run in the trap
Where is the stash
I need it now
Quicker than fast
Lucky if you get to see end of the night
I pray to the lord you don't make me ask

I am the goat
Because if they don't wanna support me you should know that I will
Yo, my thought process is money I should put that in my will (M-Money

I den ran up a dub I am not lying
Put you niccaz bodies in a bag leave y'all momma cryin
Boy I really catch bodies nicca ask about me
I'm the one

it
Yeah this a bad lil bitch I think I made it
Yeah, you the type to get set up by some bitches and not even notice
Keep stick on me, if I ain't

the clout but I fade 'em out
They don't understand that this shit nothing to play about
I'll do this shit by myself
Ask bout me I'm doing well
She want

would be different
The boat we was on had physics that left some of us swimmin'
Don't ask 'bout my independence, we not financially literate
Dangle

the vision I can see that shit its right there,yea
You know that we shine
Me my niggas everyday all we know is grind
If you not talking money nigga please

tryna scrape abit of paper off this day line
They ask me questions bout ma music but it Takes time
Fuck a middle man im tryna be the main guy
Overload ma

simple
Ask me why I never came back I switched the tempo
Move out to broaden my credentials
But still come home 

Come to my muthafuckin place
Won't you

You ain't hustling bout' yo' money lazy i'm gon' get it gang
I was fishing for that little boy up in school so i could let it bang
Shy don't equal quiet

FaceTime you headshot you camera like footage
Know these niggas be pussy they sweeter than pudding
At the top like the edge and I dare you to push me
Ask you

proving
I told her not doing shit
Told her not doing
Not worried bout her but the money I'm moving
And she call me slutty
So she a fuck buddy
By the way I

and you ain't got like no money?
Ain't Tryna trap or get a job, you need to start a go fund me, Turnt
She ain't tryna fuck the gang?, She finna hit the crib

money, nigga no doubt
Bout that money, nigga no doubt

Don't even mix me up with all the foolishness
I put your name on my "who I'ma ruin list"
Seats

and roll 
I'm always at peace when I'm off in studio 
I done almost lost it all over a stupid hoe 
Jugs a elbow , drums like bongos 
She ask me for my name,