Lyrics:

me, yeah-eah, yeah, mm mm.[Verse 1]When G-dog, the hog, come up in the place,There's dollar signs in your eyes and a smile
in your face.You wanna live fat, all for my sack.You got more drag than a low lo-do, cut the act,'Cause back before '92 and
'93,You didn't give a damn about Warren G,But now that I'm slingin' platinum LP's,All of a sudden, you on my N.U.T's.Ain't
nothin' you can do to make it stop,'Cause money makes the world go 'round and the panties drop.I ain't in love though, I don
't need the pressure.I just wanna dig it like I'm diggin' for treasure.Some of y'all had a good thing that you couldn't keep,
Thought you was TLC, you had to creep.You say you had love, I said you need to quit.It's all about the dough, so what's love
got to do with it?[Chorus]What's love got to do, got to do with it (that's right)?What's love if you don't respect the gam
e (uh-huh)?What's love got to do, got to do with it?If you lack in this game, it's a shame, you won't make it.[Verse 2]Now
, I'm the type of brother that's down for mines.Before I made beats, I was down to grind.Back then, every single homey had my
back,Now they're peepin' my stack and they're talkin' bout jack,But I'm the same brother day in and day out,And I'm-a stay
that way until the day I lay out in a casket.It's drastic, 'cause homies is plastic.Break 'em off some bread, they want the w
hole damn basket.If you's a true hom