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survive in a love without trust

If promises were gold she could pay off all the bills
And buy that pretty house sitting high on the hill
If she only
Ooh, yeah, SNP livin' the good life
Can you pace platinum and gold
Lexus, drop top, gold
Big houses, crazy dough
Mad lucci, crazy Gucci
Knowin'
ain't starvin' like Marvin and won't see no roach
When ya chill wit the rich folks in the hood
Ya sittin' on leather watchin' big screens
Bought by
the king of the car shows

[Master P]
I see it I buy it, you need it I got it
I could transform a car 'til a Halle Berry by demand
Regular wheels, I
peace to Arthur, boy, we gotta give him props
In his angel house he chopped our first nickel rocks
Natural-born hustler so you know the dreams grew
Gold
peace to Arthur, boy, we gotta give him props
In his angel house he chopped our first nickel rocks
Natural-born hustler so you know the dreams grew
Gold
friend, knew him since ten
Nigga feed me cream, let me whip the Benz
Houses all over Texas, lightning gold Lexus
He had enough respect to dress this
town come and get your piggy snacks (2x)
The last little piggy, his house is made of gold,
He lives in a mansion on his own private road,
I started
the bills
And read all the mail
No one worked harder
For miles around
Tim was the best farmhand
And Nellie was proud

A year went by of saving
Their
the bigger the muscle and smarter the mind
Police only work 12-hour shifts
Cause in Detroit that's cheaper than the bailout, bitch
Trap house built brick by
Guns, shootouts and crack sales
Black males who pack jails, trapped in hell
No peace, cold streets, surrounded by po-lice
This whole week,
Like you was a squirrel (squirrel)
Lay me on the bed (bed)
Tongue between my legs (legs)
OOh you got me shakin', 
I grip you by your head
You naughty,
dollar bill, bill bill
We gon' flip this bitch and get some mo' dough (we gon' flip this bitch!)
And won't you tell 'em what we do with the pape's (won't
room floors 
A maid in a bathin' suit doin' my house chores 
Do not disturb sign on my bedroom door 
'cause my dick gettin' ate by my number one whore
here
Trying to pay bills in the drought gotta kill again
Never leave the stealing the house never sleep again
'Cause I missed out on so much when I'm
another (what?) distracted by the rush while
We fight all night about what to name the love child
I'm on that go nuts life that got that gold touch
Fresh
the house, to them home-cooked meals
Joint American Express accounts and less dollar bills

Niggas still got their hands out, begging for a stack
Just like
fast
Stack a hundred bills in your right hand
Right there by the couch bag of rubber bands
Gotta get 5, double stacked that's a hundred grand
Rose
Imagine this breeze coming from the ceiling fast
Stack a hundred bills in your right hand
Right there by the couch bag of rubber bands
Gotta get 5,
On the rose gold roley

Fine prized ponies
All racing for dollar bills
Get your bitch a collar, chill
Chances are she probably will

Once she got all
owe him somethin'
'Cause I'm getting' money, drive a lil' somethin' somethin'
Lanay got AIDs, with 5 kids smoked out
House is brick, bills haven't
again 
And the stitches are due to some out in a week or two 
The vet's bill was 8 but the mother is over her annoyance now 
And the doves
anything to be down
Two hundred million blind mice
Running through this town

[Shock-G]
Patty Cake, Patty Cake I heard your man
Wears a gold Rolex and put
they doin before Mack 10 was rappin ?!? Tell me 
(What the fuck?) how can I remain a man of seven figures
when I'm rushed by gold diggers everytime I
a nigga 
Tryin to make the bus
But niggas stay strapped
And gats, we trust (C'mon)

Chorus

[Verse 3]
Bill Clinton in the White House
Fucking hoes
Innocent