Lyrics:
We the next motherfuckers Ridin' in them truckers
Never fuck with suckers Bitch, what's for supper
Never ever love her Cause that's your ho
She just
On the scale, see love gets outweighed by evil
I thank God I'm my mother's son
She taught me to overcome
To face but to never front in this life
Always tryna beat
a crate (Or a palate)
CEO boss shit head of state (Salute)
Surrounded by day ones like a calendar
Dreams worth more than money no collateral
Work too hard
in love with a stripper yo!
(Yo baby, can I get another lap dance? I tell you I
got nothing but funny money, man. New York Dogs.)
in love with a stripper yo!
(Yo baby, can I get another lap dance? I tell you I
got nothing but funny money, man. New York Dogs.)
in love with a stripper yo!
(Yo baby, can I get another lap dance? I tell you I
got nothing but funny money, man. New York Dogs.)
[Chorus]
Don't pull your love out on me baby
If you do, I think that maybe I'll just lay
Me down and cry for a hundred years
Don't pull your love
Should of known better by now could of been better
I kno its fucked up
But somehow i lucked up
And now i done came up
Misery loves company and yall stay
Rich man, rich man got all the good land
Ain't nothin' left but bad land for the poor man
Rich man's money, rich man's school
Did they make the poor
maybe 5 years When I got me some mills and a crib By the sea
Hate me or love me it really don't Matter cuz Imma still get it, by any Means, by any means
as the borders open, I'm on my way
Meanwhile, stay home, stay safe and enjoy your day
I thank the stars up above for my quarantine love, for real
I thank
Before the power
Before the money
Before the deals
You wasn’t for me
Before the fame
Before all the success
You threw dirt on my name
I know that you
Before the power
Before the money
Before the deals
You wasn’t for me
Before the fame
Before all the success
You threw dirt on my name
I know that you
give them the cold feet
I'm from the city where these ladies a playing for keeps
So making money is inspired by woman you keep
City of dreams, city
If you ever need some love I'ma be by ya
Find a better man treat you like a ten
Treat you like you mean more than them
Take you for a spin
Vibe so zen
a sucker's place
Pluck ya ace, take ya girl, fuck her face
She dealing with Killa so you love her taste
She swallowing Killa cause she love the taste
I got
Ayo check this out son
This is my man Nas Escobar
And I go by the name of Cormega you know
(you gonna get your self murdered)
Yo check this out
a year to make
A vision's just a vision
If it's only in your head
The minute he finishes one, he starts raising money for the next
If no one
Ain't enough time in the world
To turn me rat
You can tell I bang money
By the way that I stack
You can tell I bang money
By the way that I stack
Nah, for
a-
Yeah
I'm over it
All the time
Tryna find some money
To scrape by
Yeah
I need sunlight
I need to fight
In these dark times
In my life
Ohhhh
Girl
mask is
You a chump, talk guns, but scared to blast his
Buy them bottles by the case, we don't gotta chase
For the love of money, we in a million
cash money brothers (uh-uh)
These niggas ain't ready for us (what)
These niggas ain't ready for us
We come to (what)
Put your guns up
We come
slowly dyin'
But Im gonna keep on tryin'
Please don't ask of me to let you goooooooo
(pitbull)
let me start by telling you i love you wit all my heart
but
life in exchange for yours
Born hated as a thug
House full of babies cryin
From a lack of gettin love
Won't nobody tell me shit
Till I got
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