Lyrics:
mini, money, mini, mini
It ain't all about the money
When I was hustler, two dogs by my side plus a black pistola
Loud MCs, feel the silencer
Y'all still
all my lies the whole time
And my credit's so bad I can't get no one to cosign
I would've thought she would've bust in the door cryin'
But she upped
Done
The first time I saw you, done
By the first dance was through, I was done
That one kiss, I knew
There was nothing I wouldn't do
Just
motivate
By being me you can check thissssss
I'm the catalyst
I don't need to style
I don't need to stunt
Too busy in the back
While these fuckers just front
cottage surrounded by a colorful, looked-after garden.
The Old Gardener is sitting between the plants, speaking to them tenderly and respectfully.
Edward
and then four, top ten on the Forbes, Top ten on the boards, I'ma win it in four
I'ma win it by 30, fuck up the game nigga lose by 50
Fuck up my name, never
from the school of hard knocks yeah
Learned from the best all the tricks to get by
But I gotta give credit where credit is due
I wasn't born no fool
I'm giving credit where credit is due, you damn near the best
I found out later that your game was strictly undercover
But found out early that your
rules cash rules
Save your credit cards imm nuts call it cashews
Prices on your head get greeted by the weapon
Send em to hell couple shells u aint
trying
I got me another woman, in my mind
She said to come on over to her house
I was so mistaken by her pride
But I was enticed and, well went in
I'm
This white man needs a feather
Clocking in and coppin digits
On the road
With cruise control
Because if I get pulled over
By the cops
This shit is
Fuck it clap clap clap pálim magic
Zbierame credit do ulíc ďalší package (tvoj)
Tvoj je ready akurát nesiem smeti (fuck)
Fakt neverím že ti to veria
I want the biggest house on the block with a yard
I wanna fly everywhere and put the miles on my credit card
Four story house and a king-sized bed
that you feel me
If you don't know the real me
You don't even know how I look when I'm sad by my lonely
I pour it up 42 in my cup got me movin' slowly
And I done walked the walk, afford to talk I really earned my credits
And I been broke before, rocked in the cold, I'm feeling like I'm Elvis
Use
at the pictures
Didn't have a manual to build this
Just assemble it from feeling
By looking at pictures
I was given tools meant for building
With no
I ain't rich, girl
I ain't got a nice car
And my credit card bills aren't paid
We can get by, we don't need no money
We can survive on this old
way up by hard work
I ain't ever got no where, but I got there by hard work
Work of the hardest kind I been down and I been out
I been disgusted I been
and marketing) not just
The people, technology
Or products these deals are typically valued
(at least in part) by their
Financial metrics and can be extremely
friend
Why the hell you lying? Who
The hell you trying?
Who the hell you know that
Threw away his throwbacks
When they suggested they was
Made by Majestic?
The Wait, apologetic
Bitch you jealous
Now give us our cash and our credit
[Verse 1]
Riding around like Pablo, still talking that blanco
My Nina sing
help myself, I know that I'm trippin
But she got it goin on
Like Kentucky Fried Chicken
So everytime she ask me for my, credit card
You know she get it
over and over
Do my duty by her call return
I tried once and that was that
Now she knows I can't go back
Back to beginning over and over
Then she heard
my face on the floor
(You rem'ber me and big Paul and my whole crew nigga?)
They took my money and my credit card
Now I'm poor
(Government snitches are
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