Lyrics:
pushin' plenty keys
The nigga don't know me 'cause I ain't no phony
And I ain't the nigga you can whoop and call me Toby
Low key on his ass, waitin' for
for fool/
If we doing this we have to set a few rules/
Cause is pressure if d man ever find out/
So now we going by guest house and hide out/
He does
In Jimmy Choo's
High heels but the mountain's
Top she'll never choose
She'll set up for a dude & precious medals
A slave to his money by his
Chains you
(JT, you a fool for this one, nigga)
Big bounce, on my cardio
Pumpin' gas, no narco
I be ridin' fast like Mario
Countin' up blue bands
Block
I can spit just what you want
I can spit just what you need
Knowledge over greed
Get it in with Bobby Gore
Rock on a beat by his seed
Let me proceed
funds
Money cash mullah stash
Keep getting richer I keep blowing my stacks
Keep getting money I ain't paying no tax
Everytime I go shit keep coming back
that he who has been successful
Should look out of for his fellow man, his brother
I feel that's my role, that's my job
I know when I was a kid
You
just took her first hit off the pipe
The other homie shot the other homie and ran off with his money
And when the other homies heard about it they
and invest all his money in J’s that isn’t ok but who is to blame he full of shit cause that shit really lame
Women be dealing niggas and niggas with women
with his crew
We run it up out back and you know you boutta lose
Beat ur boys ass and he lookin like a fool
I use my one hand but y'all need two
Slammed
my money in stacks
And lace my bitches with nine figures
Real niggas fingers on nickel plated nine triggas
Must see my enemies defeated
I catch 'em
my money in stacks
And lace my bitches with nine figures
Real niggas fingers on nickel plated nine triggas
Must see my enemies defeated
I catch 'em
night
I was awakened by a shining bright light
Overhead a glorious spirit
He gave me a message and you all need to hear it
Send me your money
Fiend, me, Beats By The Pound, you know that's gon' pop
Jump in the game in the walkway
With enough money to fuck with
Till ya hear that last fuckin'
and up through his brain
Its tough to maintain
If he was low income he'd already been gone
Insurance paperwork gettin handled by Enron
And scandalous
FOREPLAY 2pac Skakur
CARESS a military mind nigga
A military mind mean money
A criminal grind nigga
A criminal grind mean hustle
You know
We
like you ran me out my shoes
Catch a fuck nigga put his face on the news
Ride through the city and we sliding in a scat
Catch him by mat leave his ass
a fool
Talking tales about truth
Got my feet done stuck in a lie
I met a man they call divine
Opened heaven with his mouth
And my heart with his big brown
money in it for all of us, I'll post your music
I know that this shit is a façade, I ain't gon' let 'em fool me
I can't put my trust inside no broad, I
and I promise I won't worry bout u
Feeling bored wanna act a fool
If I was Aladdin right now I wish a nigga'd come thru
Stacking my money get the cheese
niggaz runnin they mouh, niggaz cessed you out
That's how it goes down
What happened to the days when we could hug a block
flippin rocks and just get money
drop the phone if I call
See I'm livin' real large eventhough I'm real small
But don't let that fool ya
Money rules everything around me
Creepin' up
imperfect
He stands to reason
His rules are flawed
The FBI is on your phone and your computer, boy
And you just yapping away while playing your music, huh
his motherfuckin' head!
If he got any money, take it!
If there is money there, rob the motherfuckin' joint!
As far as moms bust her in her goddamn
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