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Money Money Money (Abracadabra) · Money Money Money: The ABBA Story (Gary Tesca) · 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) · Money Money 2020 (The Network) · We Are Money Money (Money Money) · Fist of God (MSTRKRFT) – and 90 other albums »


my AP nine on jam
I'm a rider you can't take it out of me man
I be wilding, you can wait by my house for me fam
I will fire and drop a hater right
plug niggas
And slug niggas in the face

With one of they pistols
And mug niggas
It s all about the power
So I count my money every hour

Hope my
AP.9, In stores now go get that man
Steady Mobbin' Productions
You know my boy Mike Mosley nigga

When I shoot I don't shoot to hit
I shoot to kill
AP.9, In stores now go get that man
Steady Mobbin' Productions
You know my boy Mike Mosley nigga

When I shoot I don't shoot to hit
I shoot to kill
AP.9, In stores now go get that man
Steady Mobbin' Productions
You know my boy Mike Mosley nigga

When I shoot I don't shoot to hit
I shoot to kill
and what about Tupac 
my little brother see-Murder went to jail with AP-9 and two glocks
this ghetto got me trapped these fiends drivin' me crazy 
I'm
Twenty five years old still tryin' to make a livin' off a 
one live then they're only slugs give a nigga 
Fuck holes in my chest took my last
???? ???? California, I'm best ta warn ya you'll end up like Freddy 
Fuckin' with my 'fetti, we mobbin' three-deep in Chevy 
AP-9, Bo and I rider, we
I'm a bust my shit 
Scary niggas in your click ain't prepare for this 
Double eye slugs and twelve gauge think this 
Hit em with the AP 9 or the M 1
to make that mail
Day by day livin'
An nobody don't want no static
A-P 9 in the attic
Five stripes, I'm wreckin' traffic
Pullin' a G daily
Watch how I
and what about Tupac 
my little brother see-Murder went to jail with AP-9 and two glocks
this ghetto got me trapped these fiends drivin' me crazy 
I'm
man
Unless you want to count this AP 9 sitting up in my draws man
Take a pause man
Bitch I'm all man
How you know that shit nigga?
Ask your girl
That gin gon' keep me hype when I be watchin' over Webbie
In my city AP9's and Smith and Wessons
Thugs who second guessin' them the ones who be restin'
take the heat stay the fuck out of my city
You petty minded motherfucker
We break rules, and you fools
AP-10s, nine millimeters and 38-snubs bitch
Haha
reality is feed by lies
You got your money
You got your cash
Feed your honey upon your trash
You got your fist
Your fist in the fire
You got your fist
Your
want to-be's
I see the future and its lookin' grim
A lake of fire lookin' like a gonks whip

I'm a fist of rage (one foot in the grave)
I'm a fist
to educate the youth
The lust for money
Is out of control
Here's proof
Drugs
Always a tragic ending
And at the risk of spending
Time in jail
Caught on a bum
She's in bed with the boys and the FBI

Dirty Diamonds
Blood soaked money in your shakin' fist
Dirty diamonds
Stone cold killers and you're on their
don't struggle I just lift (one, two)
I got my hand on the game, yeah I make a grip 
Hundred grand in my fist same on my wrist 
Get key money from
don't struggle I just lift (one, two)
I got my hand on the game, yeah I make a grip 
Hundred grand in my fist same on my wrist 
Get key money from
She's in bed with the boys and the FBI

Dirty Diamonds
Blood soaked money in your shakin' fist
Dirty diamonds
Stone cold killers and you're on their
you don't wanna go to fist city
You better detour around my town
'Cause I'll grab you by the hair a the head
And I'll lift you off the ground

I'm
wanna go to fist city
Ya better detour around my town
'Cause I'll grab you by the hair a the head
And I'll lift a you off a the ground

I'm not a sayin'
you don't wanna go to fist city
You better detour around my town
'Cause I'll grab you by the hair a the head
And I'll lift you off the ground

I'm
that money machine.
Now you can measure you manhood by it. 
You can get your children to try it.
You can bring your enemies to their knees
With