Lyrics:
seems to far
Should of known who I was, from the start
What’s that feeling, you called a spark
Gone forever, can we restart
Feelings of you get locked
and quick
226 my clique Cash Money the shit
Project heroes
Bout 6 zeroes
Makin' records is the front we got 10 kilos
Unload reload
If ya ball you fall
Yo, this girl called me the other day (hi, Pos)
And said I'm back in style, you know? (I heard your shit back in style, baby)
You need to stop
I
back in this shit
And it’s forever, and we ain’t gone quit ( aye )
You get a baddest Lil bitch
Imma real savage we be out to play
Baby baby
Can you run
the cameras
These days, I'm all for the cash out
I'm forever on goal, I'm forever on goal
Cause these days, they all for the cameras
These days, I'm all for
stop till I'm eatin' off a platinum plate
Po po comes around and tries to relocate me
Lock me up forever but they can't deflate me cause
Havin' cash is
own enemies
his baby mama with him in a short skirt
his last ride was in a car, i mean a black hearse
his friend took his life for the mighty dollar
doin'
(Whatchu do)
Betty boop whatchu doin'
What the fuck is you pursuin'
I want you here yah
I want you and me
I be makin' cash yah that's just what I do
villainous
Still a gorilla i'm pillagin' villages and
Buildings, pavilions, king Kong
I'm pro'bly makin' a song for Kim Jong
So ching-chong
Kiddies sing-along
If I woke up without ya
I don't know what I would do
Thought I could be single forever
'til I met you
Usually don't be fallin', be fallin'
Fallin'
Come here baby
Let me talk to you
I've been watching you
And you look so, so good tonight
Words just can't express
The way that you're makin' me
you up with the bad news
It's so familiar, he did the same with the last dudes
Mafioso, baby girl, cash rules
Every dollar accounted for, double M
He look into it then hit you up with the bad news
It's so familiar, he did the same with the last dudes
Mafioso, baby girl, cash rules
Every dollar
Halleluway, Halleluway,
Making that money,
TCO,
Your boy Steel,
Halleluway, halleluway,
Verse 1
Well you know by now I'm a baller, makin' that money, getting'
back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't
wet
Building a fortress
Forever protect
Die by my side
I'll forever respect
Losing patience
Empty spaces
Baby got my mind speed racing
I swear that I
say she fitna lose it I say baby it's cool
She lost her pantyhose and then she lost control
Stack cash, big racks, 10 stacks, give it back
By throwing
waste
You don't wanna face
I ain't really tryna play wit my baby no
I'm outside, hear me don't fake I won't let you go
You was keepin it tight
I was makin
Mariah Carey, baby, we long together
Fuckin' you down, fuckin' you now and forever
Feed me that, I need it now, babygirl, I'm getting fed up
Your
dre?
[Dre] Oh, fo sho
[Snoop] Uh-uh, no. you smell that? This the special right here.
(w-what w-what what) Yeah, Toast to the boogy baby
[Ja-Rule]
father
Say she gotta drop tell her dressin' on red
Start killin' these niggas like a bitch from Wakanda
I'm an ass to speak, nigga
Lil' baby, if you clean
Cracking right here fuck V.I.P
Now when my baby loves me
Home wit tears in her eyes
And when I get in, I hurt her more by tellin her lies
She ain't
of Ciroc
Crib on the water got LeBron up the block
Money ain't the thing baby welcome to the Mark
Diced pineapples talking diamonds by the jar
Bitch so
of Ciroc
Crib on the water got LeBron up the block
Money ain't the thing baby welcome to the Mark
Diced pineapples talking diamonds by the jar
Bitch so
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