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Yah, anyway, wo na na 
Weed 
High grade 
Weed 
Good fi nerves 
Weed 
Yeh 
Weed 
Hundred dollar bag 
Weed 
Tell dem all about 
Weed 
Allright 
Weed
Likkle Kim longside Beenie Man 
(Zagga zow zow zow)
Bumba! Star! Yo yo!
America, Caribbean, 
A matter a fact the world, 
Were comin' at you
Likkle Kim longside Beenie Man (Zagga zow zow zow)
Bummbaaaaa!!! Star!!! Yo yo!!!
America, Caribbean, a matter a fact the world, were comin' at you
comprehend 
We making crazy money so stop watching what we spend 
We multiply by ten 
Selassie fly the gate 
I trample all my enemies cause man a hold
people think I’m crazy
But Gucci Mane really love all that shit ? 
Hundred ? a day shit, hundred dollar blind shit
You can wear my shoes ? 
Millions
Frankie was a good girl, everybody know,
She paid one hundred dollars for Albert's suit of clothes
He's her man, but he did her wrong Frankie went
out put up resistance when Ninja mek him bomb
Seet yah know di war go get warm, yallo

Kill who? Yuh mad mon? Beenie Man nuh badman
All who bad out war
mountains one by one

And I've seen that same man come home from the mill
Pull forty hours for a hundred-dollar bill
I've watched him struggle and I've
Frankie was a good girl, everybody know,
She paid one hundred dollars for Albert's suit of clothes
He's her man, but he did her wrong Frankie went
Jeezy]
Just got a hundred of that brown paper bag money
You niggas really wanna talk money?
Shit real that's all I could tell 'em
Just rap 'em up good
out for yo' punchlines, these niggas snitchin' like I did the crime
I get the cake like the baker man - no Jamaican kush, that's Beenie Man
These
One million bottle bags count 'em
Think they can bounce the ounce
And it get 'em
Yo black spend two hundred and eighty eight million
Sittin'
getting money
Smoking L's by the hundreds
We got blow, we got molly
We got blood on the money, dedicated to the money
Killing niggas for the money,
Dj khaled, we're the best, nigga we're the best man
Whoo we nikka (listen)

Just got a hundred of that brown paper bag money
You niggas really
But yuh see some man seh dat dem fi run di business 
A Wha a gwaan mon? Yo! 
Dem a talk bout more fire, mi a talk bout more prayer 
We pray for water
to the man he put a bag in my hand
Said son don't you understand
This isn't the way out this is the way in
Your doubling your troubling

Three hundred
Got himself a peach colored leisure suit
Hundred dollar bills stuffed in floor shined boots
Smelling like a mint flavored soda pop
Sure smelling
wife be plagued with runners in her hose
May the bird of paradise fly up your nose

The laundry man is really on his toes
Found a hundred-dollar bill
wife be plagued with runners in her hose
May the bird of paradise fly up your nose

The laundry man is really on his toes
Found a hundred-dollar bill
with runners in her hose
May the bird of paradise fly up your nose

[ guitar ]

My laundry man is really on his toes found a hundred dollar bill
city light
We do Tokyo tonight tonight

Wild girls on the streets all the time
A hundred dollars man
A Rolls Royce takes you to romance

Well come
And she paid a hundred cash dollars just for me a suit of clothes
She come to the joint, a forty-four in each hand
She said "stand aside all you women
Looked at his dog, oh my god, an ill reindeer

But then I was illin because the man had a beard
And a bag full of goodies, 12 o'clock had neared
So I
wife be plagued with runners in her hose
May the bird of paradise fly up your nose

The laundry man is really on his toes
Found a hundred-dollar bill
downtown, the sight was set
I saw my home boys mother with a buggy and a bag
People walk by, laughin at poverty
I looked in her face and I soon saw me