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been hatin' on the high, that's ok no stress
Head so big, man I feel like Mojo Jojo
Gang Green gang rolled up in games that's a choke hold
I been

Money Clip

Action Bronson

Convertibles

2014

that
Let me slit that shit in the six pack
Let me mix that shit in the track for the kick back

It's not a drop, this a money clip
You gotta rock,

that
Let me slit that shit in the six pack
Let me mix that shit in the track for the kick back

It's not a drop, this a money clip
You gotta rock,

Who's the Man?

Heavy D & the Boyz

Beats & Rhymes: Hip-Hop of the 90's, Vol. 3

1997

your Johnson

Honey dips, money grips
I know the difference 'cause I learned tricks in the ghetto mix
(Here is something you can't understand)
So,

take our dignity
In the mix like chemistry
We look at shit differently(4)
In the mix like chemistry
Married to the money while I’m married that’s like

I love luxury
I love fast cars
Fast money
And the beautiful women that come with it

We living the life, catching them flights
We only live once

your man not to come around on this side

I'm a handful, way too much to handle
I'm a handful way too much to handle
Let the money talk, I don't want

tellin' me not to do it
Imitated by a bitch, better at the dream that you're pursuin
They know I'm at the top, but never give me my creds

You know they

this bitch you got no money you get no bitch
Hot boy man's around corner chilling in the streets sipping on corona
Percy Molly gimme something stronger

like I'm

She always up in the mix I hit her one time, hurricane Chris
Like, we always ridin' with sticks Money got longer, extended the blicks
Like, we

I got money, bitch, I love my bag
About a hoe, I could never go out sad
Niggas, they be broke, I say, that shit make me mad
Why you cuff that hoe? I

got your girl and she stay on my cellular
Talkin' bout life, man, it's really been hell of a ride
But I'ma add it up
Baby, no way, they don't care bout

pull my dick out to piss on money trees
And bad bitches, you wouldn't understand kid
Cause you never had bitches
I played the back block and the Porsche

a broken man
I dont want your money
Just a little bit of time
Fuck your love
Dont call me honey
While Im blowing out your spine
Mix around in your tummy

diamonds dancing on my wrist and neck, I'm really lit
Found out that my nigga ain't my nigga, man, that boy a snitch (ho, ho)
That shit lame as hell,

ain't as hard as rocks needing Narcan
Makes me wanna pop the top off the pop can
When I mix the tom and saw like a con man
I let the beat swing through

Have It Your Way

Birdman

Rich Gang [Deluxe Edition]

2013

Aight man, deep money conversation poppin' off right here
Large numbers and plenty zeros
Hide your hoes and protect your egos
What you see before you

Ghetto D

Master P

Ghetto D

1997

to the D Boys (drug dealas) 

Neighborhood dope man 

I mean real niggas 

Thata make a dolla out a fifteen cents 

Ain't got a dime, but I rides

Hmmmm
Hmmmm
Yea, Yea
Yea, Yea
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Okay
Man we're waking up them neighbours 'cause we're turnin' way to loud
You can't stop me when

Yeah I got things wrong
No it didn't go right
To cover up my sins I smoke
And i mix liquor with sprite
Now its feelings all long
Even putting words

accent pa me Krio
Gee Den
Dae mix the Henny with the Poyo
Gee Den
Natin nor dae flop me yai e nor dae faze me
Money na me mind all day me thoughts cloudy

heineken
Twenty-five in the air
Can't stay in the mix money call Gotta make it there
No comp. ain trying be fair
I was taught ion think they have
Blue strips

up
This that shit that make these niggas want to dance, huh
Oh he a bitch he talking shit, man get your bands up
I'm Dior, my girl Chanel
Got it from

kill
Cope with the pain just by crackin' the seal
So many problems, don't know how to deal
Voice in my head tell me how I should feel
Know ima die