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Money Money Money (Abracadabra) · Money Money Money: The ABBA Story (Gary Tesca) · Lit [Clean] (Lit) · Lit Riffs (Hutchinson, Hutch) · The Whole World Lit Up (Blue Fringe) · Excerpts From Ayu-Mi-X: Victor Calderone/Keith Lit (Ayumi Hamasaki) · Lit [13 Tracks Explicit] (Lit) · Star Lit Sunken Ship (Lovers) · All Lit-Up for Christmas (Redneck Party Band) · Brightly Shining, Dimly Lit (Commuter) – and 90 other albums »


smokin' on somethin'
Have you smokin' on somethin'

Lit, lit, lit, lit like Bic
SremmLife shit, bendin' by 6
2 by 2, 4 by 4
SremmLife shit, don't answer
breakin you
Taxin without askin and trackin and snakin you
Makin you succumb to the drums of gangstarr
By far we are, truly gifted ones son
But if you were
rink, mobs and crews would take minks 
Clean streets, hustlers, crack cocaine 
Gave back by throwin block parties and basketball games 
A lotta cash
Me I'm makin' money, me I'm makin' money, 
Me I'm makin' money, me ah me I'm makin' money, 
Dollar dollar bills, dollar dollar dollar bills
the letterbox. Wowed by the subject punctured by the helicop. Boy meets vermin: the widescreen version. Headaches, nausea, vomiting, facial paralysis. These area
it gave me all away
I rolled up the tent top up and rolled away

I smell like money lit though the state
Go in my closet first to throw away 
I'm
one to blame(honey)
Didn't hear you scream, no!
When you was trickin' off my money
But you left me hear to clean up yo dirty laundry
(oh yeaahh)

So
Hey
yeah
Watch (watch)
watch this

Standin' on the couch, we got it lit (yeah)
Scorin' with your bitch, now that's a swish (yeah)
It's a movie
the HIIIGHWAY making money the FLYYYY WAY
But there's got to be a BETT ER WAYY!
A better way  better way  YEAH AHHHH

I'ma    baller  I'ma twenty inch crawler
Should tone it down with the clean version
Dirty but in public you're like teen virgin
I like it make me realize my vices
Enticin', flower bombin' all
try to play the middle, snitch, wind up in the hospital
Cat on a hot tin roof with no fiddle
Put your money in the middle get broke like coal
the HIIIGHWAY making money the FLYYYY WAY
But there's got to be a BETT ER WAYY!
A better way  better way  YEAH AHHHH

I'ma    baller  I'ma twenty inch crawler
the HIIIGHWAY making money the FLYYYY WAY
But there's got to be a BETT ER WAYY!
A better way  better way  YEAH AHHHH

I'ma    baller  I'ma twenty inch crawler
from the wild side, a militant was made by the foremost elite
It sound good, brung my rifle shit, clean
Met the others, lit a blunt, begin
I'm like
money to be makin'
That mean it's money to be takin'
So watch yo back cause I'mma be in all black theivin like Gary Payton

[Chorus [4Xs]:]
cheese
'cause my niggas in the drop bounced back to slangin OZ's

Man them niggas rapin' the town without breakin 'em down
Them bastards makin' a killin',
and lips
I use battin' rouge to battle crews who don't like the remix
And you just act confused by the way I choose to fuck with a double helix
Cuddle with
Words and music by John Kay, Michael Wilk and Rocket Ritchotte


A ring on every finger, a girl on every arm
He drove his brand new Jaguar while
ain't makin no money, ya'll ain't makin no money
Ya'll ain't really doin nothin, ya'll ain't thuggin, ya'll stuntin
Ya'll ain't makin no money, ya'll
[Chorus]
Y'a'll ain't makin' no money, y'all ain't makin' no money
Y'all ain't really doin' nothin', y'all ain't thuggin', y'all stuntin'
Y'all ain't
I knew it would
We gon' keep on makin money cause this honey is good

I need a down ass chick, that'll roll wit the clique
For the dope sale, bank
the only one to blame(honey)
Didn't hear you scream NO! 
When you was trickin' off my money
But you left me hear to clean up yo dirty laundry
(Oh yeaahh)
Skid Row Joe last night that's who I found in the dirty part of town
Lost forgotten with no place to go
Tormented with a bitter taste outcast by
(yea)
I'm Addicted to money (aye)
I'm Addicted to money

[Verse 1: Lil Scrappy]
Born makin money, I growed up in da hood
Yea all the hoes love me 'cause
reform the fiends and hit off the needy
Makin our version of a ghetto Robin Hood
Confiscatin properties and reposessin all goods
The drugs we rob, re-sell