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Drake Putted all together like Baby Ice in my ear like Baby All red whip like Baby Your girl calling me baby I'mma live my life like Baby Cash Money
a Juice scene No it ain't a movie, diamonds in by new gleam Dead tone 'cause the redbones is my new thing Nigga, I do things, let the coupe sing
Yo, I never fucked Wayne, I never fucked Drake All my life, man, fuck's sake If I did I did a menage with 'em And let 'em eat my ass like a cupcake
Drake) [ steel ] (I've seen your face a thousand times on TV I've heard you on my local radio) It's true I took some pills to stay awake son And this
learned of that machine That turns out all those bails of precious money. Money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, Oh,
drunk? I'm faded too When you get money they just hate on you But, fuck them, there's all these ladies in my view So I buy out baby [Trey Songz:] Eeeyup!
buzz at the door (word) My country boys they want some more (birds) Early in the mornin' Later in the evenin' I'm all about that money man even when
the Flamingo Just home by the dingos, I step up in em rockin' Kangols Straight up fakin' no jacks, cause all my crackshacks are jam packed My mad stacks, show
(Play it Pete Drake) [ steel - fiddle ] Twenty bucks an hour later my one bedroom apartment I was feeling weak from all the seeds I'd sown She was
Cecille will pick out all your clothes Blue is her best color, no red I think Your bath is drawn by Mrs. Greer Soap, no, bubbles, I think Annette
try to get it right Dre promised me records, I never got 'em That's why I had nightmares that a nigga shot him For all my albums missed records Felt he
the rips and soo-woos Your religion is tainted by money grubbing Funny hugging, chummy loving grown men that like to do youths So I stick with my
the rips and soo-woos Your religion is tainted by money grubbing funny hugging, Chummy loving grown men that like to do youths So I stick with my
Bad press during the summer over allegations I ain't lyin', my nigga, my time is money That's why I ain't got time for a nigga who's time is comin'
time It’s nothing personal I would have done it to anyone And I blame where I came from And I blame all my day ones You know Chubbs like Draymond
all he touches turns to gold', yet my 'brother' tries to kill me out of love so I am told. My blood with yours shall mingle, our spirits unify,
This for all my niggas in the city But this shit really for Queens though Really for Queens though! Big city of dreams, motivated by schemes Gettin'
to the grassy knoll My heart runs and leaps like a deer Compared to her the fairest are droll Her singing in the breeze was all to hear, singing I love money
First off you know what it is if you heard Drake Makin' hoes wobble Like a bridge in a earthquake Never see me out 'cause I live in my Workplace I
prayer.' Did y'all hear that? That's what my grandmother'll say She'll say, 'Great God almighty, here come my boy! He musta got here by prayer.'"
Just being honest I promise the jewelry that you gave me I never even wear it and I like Drake better than you All my boss bitches know So, put it
with rap only spoken word, Well I'm a poet so you know it's get her to going down, And after all this is my city I could show you round, I understand
Yeah Fully loaded with it, to the ceiling with it More money than you ever seen n**** Aight, Drizzy, Drake Look Kill the game no one recovers
it More money than you ever seen nigga Aight, Drizzy, Drake Look Kill the game no one recovers the murder weapon Young angel if ya hate me tell me
the dark all alone I'm as real as they come, I follow the rules I'm still in the hood but I probably should move Made enough money, I don't fuck around I