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money,
Goin' back home to see my honey.

Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea,
Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea.

With my knees in the saddle
money,
Goin' back home to see my honey.

Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea,
Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea.

With my knees in the saddle
money,
Goin' back home to see my honey.

Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea,
Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea.

With my knees in the saddle
and diplomats
She the scratch on my back
Her c.r.e.a.m. I lust, now I got her I don't know how to act
When she not around, I'm heated, bout' to lay somethin'
love him)
(Even though they girlfriend wanna fuck him, I guess)
Gotta be my swag

[T.I.]
Gettin' money in Frisco, wearin' my raincoat
See I'm
And then they wonder well what the hell I ain't working fo'
All of this attention on tis' boy 'bout some back child support
When they killing each other by
[Chorus: x2]
Money, hoes, cars and clothes
That's how all my niggaz know
Blowin dro, twenty-fo'
That's how all my niggaz roll

[T.I.]
In
devils
Good weed and me time, goodbye to Nissan
'Cause one day this rappin' gon' pay

So now we 'bout to break the bank, money be on my mind
Niggas talkin'
Now I'm not talking 'bout excessive greed. 
The kind that puzzled the scribes and Pharisees.
I don't worship it like a golden calf,
But change in
all my dough
And then they wonder well what the hell I ain't working fo'
All of this attention on tis' boy 'bout some back child support
When they
devils
Good weed and me time, goodbye to Nissan
'Cause one day this rappin' gon' pay

So now we 'bout to break the bank, money be on my mind
Niggas talkin'
ain't sayin' nuthin'
(If it ain't bout money, money)
You ain't sayin' nuthin'

(If it ain't bout money, money)
You ain't sayin' nuthin'
(If it ain't
Yo wattup ma I got a pocket full of stinky's
Let's go spin these right quick, what's that?

All my fly bitches like
(Dirty money, dirty money)
All my
y'all niggas, conversating on my life
Mind your motherfucking business

Pac's life
(Everybody needs to chill)
Everybody talkin' 'bout Pac's life
the scratch on my back
Her c.r.e.a.m. I lust, now I got her I don't know how to act
When she not around, I'm heated, bout' to lay somethin' flat
Know how
devils
Good weed and me time, goodbye to Nissan
'Cause one day this rappin' gon' pay

So now we 'bout to break the bank, money be on my mind
N****s talkin'
and I ain't even Islamic
So sick, whenever I vomit just throw me a mill or 2
And that oughta settle my stomach
Bout some money he done it, call me Mr.
And that oughta settle my stomach
Bout some money he done it, call me Mr. He Run It
These niggas ain't really bout it, they just be speaking Ebonics
I'm
Yeah, yeah
Talkin' 'bout me lately like some hoes

Fuck nigga
10 bricks on my doorstep, bitch
Freddie Kane, Freddie Corleone
Tony Montana, dope-man
in the garage
Come here, let me talk to you, show you what my grill 'bout
Ice like Paul Wall but I can't take mine out

Let's play the game 'Big
the early mornin' 'cause I'm strugglin'
Like drinkin' liquor make the money come quicker
Gettin' pages from my b****, it's time to dick her

I ain't in
Shake your money maker
Like somebody 'bout to pay ya
I see you on my radar
Don't you act like you afraid of shit

You know I got it
If you want it,
mornin 'cause I'm strugglin'
Like drinkin' liquor make the money come quicker
Gettin' pages from my bitch it's time to dick her
I ain't in love with
the early mornin' 'cause I'm strugglin'
Like drinkin' liquor make the money come quicker
Gettin' pages from my bitch, it's time to dick her

I ain't in
with your pace
You're my, super freak! super freak!
You're my, super freak!

[T.I.]
My momma taught me, everything fine ain't the finest