Lyrics:
Motherfuckers always in the barber shop, nah I'm just playin
Ay, nigga I'm so motherfuckin' P, I make this bitch
I don't even pay for
an activist, it's make-believe
Don't even go back to your hood and plant no money trees
Say you hate the girls I fuck, but what you really mean?
I been with
I'm out to get the gold
My mission is past the globe, get ready
Rock steady, 98 to outbreak
Is it ya life that I take, is it money that I make
I cut
let it be
So far from the home
But still so much to see
Small town boy
Big city dreams
Rookie of the year
But I'm still the MVP
YXE TO YYZ
for that
I been realized, I'm all in
Surrounded by the camouflage, in ballin'
Make a nigga recognize, I'm starvin'
Go in and do a homicide, you fallin',
Let's get that money man
Let's get that money man (yeah)
Let's get that money man
Let's get that money man (yeah)
Let's get that money man
Let's get
that he does
Give me the chance to show you baby
You're better off with me
Oh so baby let me try, I wanna make you smile
I wanna love you like you
the curb, off the block (cut it)
I was already sold out of work by ten o'clock (cut it)
Too deep in the streets
Felt that pain but it make a lot
Whenever
conceptualize
Am I living life a lie?
Am I dishonest?
Am I lying by my own appearance
Wearing Nike hoodies to the shops to shop the latest clearance
Wearing out
who were responsible, so she was very comfortable with them.
Soon enough exams got closer, she didn’t have money to buy books or make the necessary
got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got money on my beeper, dead trees on my phone
makesmy pockets fat
I make a lot of money and it ain't no lie
I'll probably ball 'til the day I die
And if I didn't, so what?
I bet you I'd still come
buy the shop
Bad bitch a fuck with you if you got alot
Fuck buying cars we buying the lot
Fuck boys looking at me like they wanna plot
I bet this
don't cry
I had visions of Missy with her money by the tub
Ching-ching! Jackpot, I think I'm in love
I'm looking for Missy now so I can get my back
Time to win again
Let the champagne pop
Murphy got a lot i can spend it
Money in the pot you can win it
Look how i handle my business
From nothin`to
my prints are wrinkled then they let me go
I know not where I'm going so I know not where I go
My people give me money, but the money much too low
popping on a handstand
(she say she say)let a pimp tawk (I told her get that money baby)she say)let a pimp tawk) I told her get that money baby
What what
everyone on my side ran
Jumping all the fences, running through the woods
Everybody scattered to meet back up at the hood
Except for my boy Jeremy, he
dope boys know what I live like
Dineros off kilos, big bank rolls don’t see lows
Of oz's makes zeros, here we go
It’s time to get trap back jumping
Get
trap shit when I feel like
Them dope boys know what I live like
Dineros off kilos, big bank rolls don’t see lows
Of oz's makes zeros, here we go
flight tonight, let's not get high tonight, let's get right tonight, let's fight tonight
Yet's decide tonight, how to make world changes, re-arrangers,
City all the way up to DC to holla at my man Whiz
DMV we getting it in
LandLord keep doing your thing baby
Lets get money
But what if they don’t like you
of muddy muddy bayou
Lot better than the streets of crowded cars
Pawn shops friendly neighborhood bars
Ah but your mama and your papa won't let me come
And aint no prick here can hold me
Money slicker than gold teeth
Pouring like nose bleeds
Ya dig
Im a hot boy
Jewels out rock boy
Looking for to pop raw
Her
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