Lyrics:
too much money
When you got a Tupelo honey
Keepin' you cool in the Mississippi hot sunshine.
And every cotton pickin' mornin'
I met up with Becky
too much money
When you got a Tupelo honey
Keepin' you cool in the Mississippi hot sunshine.
And every cotton pickin' mornin'
I met up with Becky
Pick a little cotton
And put it in the wagon
Make it to the gin and then
Get yourself some money
And take out your honey
And do it all over
on a blanket
Snuggled up to the one you love
I'll take love over money
Forget the green, give me honey
Some people work, work, work their lives away
But
a script to this paper
I'm a slave to this money
I'm a slave to this money
I'm a bear to this honey
When the quarantine over
Imma beast in Miami
Imma beast
how I get there, I just want to be somebody
All I think about is sex and money
I don't care how you get here, I just want to be with you, honey
My
Green minded like a slave field, niggas picking green like it's cotton
Money getting' burnt, money fire
Franck Muller at the new spot
Frank mattress
your money on the bar
Tip the band while I work it like a little porn star
I know you wanna love me like a guy in every bar
But honey put your love...in
Late with yo' money
I'm tellin' ya now, if she one minute late
I want you to grab that bih by her hair yeah
And let her know this shit ain't a game
Uh
a nigga with her to help her old ass
As James Baldwin says
"You can only be destroyed by believing
That you really are what the white world considers
salvation ain't a dirty word
Cold bottled milk and honey mean more than a pocket full of money
Oh Mama can you feel me drawin' near?
Been lovin' you down
cryin' to that bitch like Ne-Yo? (What?)
You a square-ass nigga like Theo (Huxtable)
When money call, it's time to G-O (brrt)
My weed the same color
G.I.s dressed with automatic rifles and fully armed for battle, fanned out on maneuvers through the woods, backed up by a dozen Blackhawk attack
understand
Oh some friend come, wait, you been scammed
The thing that everone thought
Bought the Mr. Lover some
[Sandra "Pepa" Denton:]
Queen, honey bee
a james earl ray
And with that, before they turn me into a martyr for some info
I'm fully automatic malcolm little by the window
And even when they paint us
Miami with no money
(and no other famous rock groups due into the
Area for at least three weeks)
She tries to pick up a few bucks by
Entering the Wet
Written by James Young
Lead vocals by James Young
yeah
eight days a week with my baby at home
and you know that she's my tender honey
baby
and make me rich, oh girl
(I'm somethin' like a pimp)
Get that money witcha switch, I walk with a limp, big P
(Said I'm somethin' like a pimp)
I never
in a coma
Rolling down the isle, see your momma gettin' Roma
Mar-Red like tomatoes hot 'n' steamy like the Summer
Calling honey over like a bee without
And the church folks just got up
Crooked delegation wants a big fat donation
Send some old jive preacher to the holy land
Lord honey, don't you give your money
us back to Tulsa, man
Yeah, look out, Tommy
Little bee sucks the blossom, big bee gets the honey
Darkie raises the cotton, white man gets
young to marry
Take me back to Tulsa I'm too young to marry
Little bee sucks the blossom big bee gets the honey
Poor man raise the cotton rich man
too young to marry
Take me back to Tulsa, I'm too young to marry
Little bee sucks the blossom, big bee gets the honey
Darkie raises the cotton
young to marry
Take me back to Tulsa I'm too young to marry
[ steel ]
Little bee sucks the blossom big bee gives the honey
Dark man raise the cotton
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