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Albums:

Bean Bags/Bags' Opus (Milt Jackson) · Bags of Soul: Bags' Groove (Milt Jackson) · Money Money Money (Abracadabra) · Money Money Money: The ABBA Story (Gary Tesca) · In E Money Bags We Trust (E Money Bags) · Money Money 2020 [Bonus Tracks] (The Network) · Gettin' Money (The Get Money Remix) (Junior M.A.F.I.A.) · Money Money 2020 (The Network) · Money Money 2020 - 180g Blue Vinyl (The Network) · We Are Money Money (Money Money) – and 90 other albums »


of my face
 You see it's men like you that make us ladies say
 
 Here go the classified ads (Pack ya bags)
 Here go the 20 for the cab (Pack ya bags
My bags are waiting in a cab downstairs
I've got a ticket in my pocket says I'll make it out of here
And I came by here just to tell you good-by
I
once
Strike! But twice!

Get out your money, peel a slab
Roll some notes an' hail a cab
Drive in church drive in back
Drive down Seventh in a tank
once...
Strike! But twice!

Get out your money - peel a slab
Roll some notes an' hail a cab
Drive in church drive in back
Drive down Seventh in a tank
money for grabs
I ain't fuckin' with crabs, out of state copped two labs
Hopped two cabs, back on the Ave.
Stab you with the vocab, catch me at the big
and fifteenth 

I still take cabs to that capsule spot 
For them 31 illusions and them purple tops 
And the game ain't change, n****s is taught different
and fifteenth 

I still take cabs to that capsule spot 
For them 31 illusions and them purple tops 
And the game ain't change, niggas is taught different
and fifteenth 

I still take cabs to that capsule spot 
For them 31 illusions and them purple tops 
And the game ain't change, niggas is taught different
last, I went back to the ave thinkin' rap's a thing of the past
Rest in peace E Money Bags, no more cabs, got caught with the ratchet in the stash
Doogie hits the scratch
Niggas can't match, baggin' bootys by the batch
That's how we do at a theatre near you
Do the show, bag the doe and disappear
kindred
Street corner experts, in jeans and a sweatshirt
Team mates kick dirt, for CREAM and a network
Your back'll get stabbed for that cash money bag
and living in Oakland just chillin'
I thought I’d have it in the bag by now
I thought that we’d be kicking back by now
I know that life is a bitch, I know that
we grown
But she stay mad at a nigga all the time

She says it's hard but she loves me though
I could tell by how she fucked me though
She just
a black flag and Supreme Vans, the Half Cabs
Bitches on that Pad-ad, Fuck her with her fat ass
I get-gets my dick licked, my friends hit (That's swag
Follow that cab it got dope in it, uhh 
My potnah $hort got hoes in it 

I'm always hearin rappers big ballin on they songs 
I do that shit for real
(Talking)

Young wild niggaz livin street life on the edge
not knowin if tomorrow they could turn up dead.
Yo fuck regular cops niggaz get scoped by
Yo, shot up the ass for you
Should stop blowin' the cabs for you (for who?)
Chill, some niggas called crabs for you
Holdin' them garbage bags for you
comrade nigga
Drug money, blood money in a brown bag nigga

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me
You ain't the same whenever
comrade nigga
Drug money, blood money in a brown bag nigga

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me
You ain't the same whenever
light it's automatic, BURN RUBBER
See my folkers in the traffic, WHASSUP ERB
Follow that cab it got dope in it, uhh
My potnah $hort got hoes in it
light it's automatic, BURN RUBBER
See my folkers in the traffic, WHASSUP ERB
Follow that cab it got dope in it, uhh
My potnah $hort got hoes in it
leave I'm tired of tellin' you bye
Get the hell up outta my sight, lil' mama you think I'm lien, here some money
For a cab hope you have a nice ride
money for a cab hope you have a nice ride. Ratchet city we go live cut a chick loose with no ties. Now I'm on another mission with my money on my mind,
a black flag and Supreme Vans, the Half Cabs
Bitches on that Pad-ad, Fuck her with her fat ass
I get-gets my dick licked, my friends hit (That's swag
light it's automatic, BURN RUBBER
See my folkers in the traffic, WHASSUP ERB
Follow that cab it got dope in it, uhh
My potnah $hort got hoes in it