Have That Money Right - Tha Chill, MC Ren, Bokie Loc

Ain’t no sunshine when my weed gone

That’s why my black ass barely at home

You little bitches tryna steal my throne

Sell your ass like a bitch to get the villain chromozone

It’s that westcoast shit, niggas learned it well

Compton motherfuckers homie platinum sales

Where that real rider shit, Ren and Chill get it in

For the niggas hitting corners y’all just stuck in the pen

If you dropping within keep your head to the sky

Don’t try to run away from shit, even devels can fly

Whip that tear from your eye, weakness can’t be shown

What the fuck you talking about, you supposed to be grown

It’s that G-shit, nigga villain dropping some shit

Nigga give a fuck if this shit is a hit

You gotta know who to fuck with, keep your shit tight

Cause at the end of the night you gotta have dat money rite