Lyrics:
stacking my cash (BOW, haha, woo, woo, woo)
Big bad, big bad, see that, see that
Breaking her shit like a Kit-Kat
Rich bitch, slim thick (Woo)
She my lil
Pretty lady she ready to ride
Pulled up on her on Rodeo drive
Slim thick I can see from her thighs
In her eyes I can tell she surprised
Show that I'm
all up
He ain't tall
so he gone stack his money tall up
If you loyal, I love you, it's all love
Yeahhh ahhhh
She just a case cause that shit beat
You
to know that
Money comes and goes
And so do freaks and hoes
That's why I don't trust em
I lust for them, but I gots no love for them
In the winter, I don't
I got bitches in my coupe (huh)
Me and Breezy, fifty hoes, by the group (by the group)
That's yo' bitch, she told a lie, ain't told the truth, ooh
was late this time last week
Who can she turn to when the chance of coincidence is slim
'Cause the baby isn't old enough to speak
There's been a long
money, I call that a good weekend
Re-up gang forever
Long live the caine coming soon
Malice my brother I love you
Liva Don 'til the end nigga, Yes!
Hey
murders
The undisputed, most diabolical villain in the world
Slim Shady (let's go)
So crack a bottle, let your body waddle
Don't act like a snobby
puttin' up Will Smith numbers
Surrounded by sixes and Hummers, bitches among us
Tryin' not to let this bullshit become us
It started from hunger, 'til
the sky
Are you ready to fly
Let's get high
I got a pocket full of money
Give it a try
It's a beautiful life where the love of God goes
Just like the river
mothafucking paper
Boot Camp Clik
Aight you know what I'm saying
Mad niggas want to talk about
That East - West bullshit
But you know it's all bullshit
Smith
Smith and Wesson
I'm kicking shit no tekking
No love do you get the mission
Srap up keep rideing reckless
You know my life a blessing
They said my
money's light green and my Jordans light grey
And they love to see white now how much you tryna pay
Lets go!
Today was a good day hope I have me
by myself
Imma do it by my
Ripped like I'm Rocky
Why you cocky?
Bitches love me
Helps that I got money
Gimme sloppy in the front seat, it ain't
fuss
But you'll never be Mark E. Smith
'Cause your weakness is a bit
And I got really caught up in it, oh
Why do I fall in love and out of love
niggas hard niggas hard niggas
We some hard niggas hard niggas hard niggas (Some bad motherfuckas)
[C Murder]
I make money off top
walk
Don’t fuck with me
Bitch what you thought it was
Don’t talk, don’t breathe
When I walk by
Don’t fuck with me
I won’t say no names
But I’ll
like a man and a lady
24/7 love on a daily
I rap your love like a slim shady uhn
You are the real big daddy
This kinda love you give me fit high
Realest rapper up front (Jhi like!)
From the DMV to the Hunt (Jhi like!)
Broke bama bummies talking "money money"
Why does everybody wanna stunt?
of that Whitney money
Brian McKnight, I can get the nigga anytime
Have Keith sweating, staring down the barrel on my nine
Since these Harlem World niggas
puttin' up Will Smith numbers
Surrounded by sixes and Hummers, bitches among us
Tryin' not to let this bullshit become us
It started from hunger, 'til
baby like Queen and Slim
Me and you baby like her and him
Royalty baby our flesh is gold
Loyalty baby can't sell our soul
Together baby we make a house
Migrated to the Weat coast to fuck with NWA
Pac took her by storm and made the world pay
Then the South got her, DJ Screw slowed her down
Baby, Slim
the letter wrong, I just like the double D
For all the love, you gotta try so hard, but I just get it for free
Aye, make the money fast, spend the money fast,
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