Lyrics:
the plan that
I have in hand
Hold it, when I go and get the gold
It’s just silver and platinum and
The jewelry is outsold
When it’s off the shelf, it’s off
Don't fuck 'em around, boy I get money all day
And I ball hard like Tim Hardaway
I can see a bad bitch from far away
Let her ride this dick cause I had
when I'm scrambling at night
And if its off the set I brought hammers to the fight
But we from New York City, right Cam?
[Cam'ron]
Ya damn right
caught up
By getting carried away
I gave you my heart as a keepsake
But it wasn't worth a damn
You're one to talk when you were two faced
And I gave
when I'm hiding?
(And you say Brick City!)
Only I don't know, I just gotta' go buy
Yeah, yo Snoop!
If I feel in love with another drug, I'd always
I done moved on...
Yuh..
I done moved on, get the fuck away from me
Focused on the paper green, to those that aren't in my life I take a knee
City
to get paid
And make it where these mothafuckas hate
I got up to come down
Trying to get up to come down
Got that playa shit by the pound
The gold
my way. If I leave I’ll find my way]
I been I been I been I been
I been driftin’
Life will take a turn and get you carried away
So don’t get carried
you the Bride the wife of the Lamb
And he carried me away in the Spirit to a great high mountain
And showed me the holy city Jerusalem coming down out
And you got carried away
Till you fuck around get carried away
Then they wanna come ride the wave
But this one's ours (this one's ours)
This one's ours
you giving, ain't all that good
A little southern hospitality
You'd better try to get away from me
I love money, and I just can't fake it
I go
of him
When You are far from the minds of creation
They rather worship idols
Fell into commercialization
De-sensitized by the things we receive
Crave
I was walking in New York City and I brushed up against the man in front of
me. I felt a cardboard placard on his back. And when we passed
someday comes back
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Well, I got a job and tried to put my money away
someday comes back
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Well, I got a job and tried to put my money away
turned to dust
Put me on a track I kill a feature for a bean
But Nick, Maj and Leek them 3 getting murdered for free
Calm down
I get carried away
But this
Immunity and making a difference in my community
Today, I pick up where I left off and get carried away
I was engaged at an early stage, married away
Wed
them no go take pas my turf
This bars are cleavage I’m a bitch if I don’t get it off my chest
Brain wasn’t gifted by a fat man who ride
Deers
I
what you'll say
You'll tell me
Baby, baby, please don't go away
But when I play, I never stay
To every girl that I meet this is what I say
Run run
that
Scot-free (scot-free), whole city after me
Have you seen her? 5'9", thick and fine, what a tragedy
Hey, hey, ridin' you while we tryna get away
we do it
Love when we do it
Fly away, fly away
Fly away, fly away
'Cause we gon' get you high today
I know you want to see how we do it
You know
in my pocket and at least a grand
Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta from the LBC
Remotely controlled by
fall in love with somebody everyday
As they step aside when I'm walking by, or smile at something I say
But I promised you it would never get in the way
by tomorrow
I'm too tired today
Oh wait
Oh wait
Oh wait
Shit I'd love to stop the time in different occasions
No way
No way
No way
I got carried away
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