Lyrics:
Every single day
is another dollar Hey, it's a chase
to get that money Know what they say
More money, more problems Rack racing to the bank
Me
a second, uh yeah
Aye, listen, Cole talk that college talk
Wayne talks gangs
Jay be talkin' money, man
And 'Ye talk fame
And people say I talk about
The same
We pop, we brawl, gettin' money til the day we fall
Double barrel shotgun (blaow), pop son
I told nigga, just not run
I saw him on 205th in
We pop, we brawl, gettin' money til the day we fall
Double barrel shotgun (blaow), pop son
I told nigga, just not run
I saw him on 205th in
Simply gettin' the money
Its not a option
Im always makin' deposits
That lil' bih there is a foxy
And that hoe naughty
Told me that she fuck with
overspeed by like 20, my engine sound like a plane
I'm in a race for the money, you haters not in my lane
I need a knot in my pocket so big it's hard
Chanel on her feet is the dress code
Skrt off the block when it rain on em
Blood money with the stains on it
I got the wop from Diego
Block is hot i am lil
strung out like a fiend
got them hoes sick put em back in quarantine lil bitch
I'm a money makin' bitch
you hoes for weak niggas
if u ain't gotta bag
you
City!
[Chorus]
This fire is outta control
Where gonna burn this city burn this city (burn this city) [x4]
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, stop
Gucci meek Milly
From ATL to Philly, nigga
Real recognize real yeah, we hood rich bitch
Trap God, turn us up
I'm a money getting nigga
At least,
DVD's steady diamonds
Got these big ballers grindin'
You know lil mama don't play
Nigga let the G's loose
I'm bout that bank playboy
Let them be 's
a nigga named Saadeldeen
Ain't worried bout the bitch cause every time she hear me spit
She always telling me I gotta be like top 2
And I asked lil Wayne
the rice in
I was in the chair, I was gluin' my weave in
When you hit the stage, they was booin' and leavin'
Young Money, red flag, no more auditions
Ask
came back in designer
Lil' mama left me alone, came back and the time's up
Ayy, singin' to the bank, my money staccato
I ain't on no bullshit, this
Bowl)
Flexin' with that lil' pole, I hope that shit, there hittin there(They too bold)
All love for lil' bro, lick the paper and put a hundred in there
bout holding a portion
I see what you doing
I know how you moving
To get in my bank account
These bitches be groupies
Like Eazy i'm ruthless
I'll put
when old
Never back down
Dippin’ all my chains in gold
Till I splash out
Money, mansions, cars, and boats
Till I cash out
Like a nigga hit the lotto
Like
bands
Money counter beep, then Imma thumb it til my hands jam
Boss life ain't no way you niggas beating me
I feel like Lil Wayne, I move in silence
tripling it, if she got a fat ass
Then I'm tipping it (tippin' it)
Came out the bank, bye teller
Give a bum money, hi fella
Bad lil' ho, high yellow
down, lay it down
You hoes lay it down, lay it down, lay it down
You hoes lay it down
Put the money on the couch nigga
Gimme everything up in you house
[Verse 1: Lil' Wayne]
Nigga it's, be-M, J-are, Weezy baby
Tryna see him, naw, he need to even eighty (shut yo chips up)
And, I ain't speakin G's, I'm
dream (Lil Bitch)
Ay hopping in the cut like fredo (What)
Devo causing havoc like Tornado (Word)
Me and all my niggas taking trips out to Tobago (Word)
Remember days with g icey
Getting rich thats all I can be
Getting money thats what I see
Put a bad hoe on her knees
I put lil wifey in celine
I put lil wifey
better get from by me ‘fore I leave you in two
Looking funny I just laugh at you niggas
Getting money with the traction I’m pulling
Getting women that I
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