Lyrics:
catch me swervin' all over your side of town bumpin' bitch don't kill my vibe
Don't blow my hide just blow my guy
I'm so paid I'm so fly
Your baby daddy
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'
touchin' more diesel than Shaq old lady boy
You did it I done it I get I punish
The shit that I come wit'll separate a rib from a stomach
I'm the boss
From the moment I go to bed 'till I wake up
All day, this is all I can think about, baby (Oh, yeah)
So I go straight at opponents' heads with this
for fives over here baby
Word up, two for fives them niggaz got garbage down the way, word up
KnowhatI'msayin?
(Cash Rules Everything Around Me
Uh-huh, eh-heh
Lay back on this one (yeah, you know how I do baby)
You only a customer
When you walkin' in the presence of hustlers
Uh, I'm
of death will hang you!
The power, whippings, by matters, of degrees
Calcium absorbed, by evil dead babies!
You get rabies, from the bat bites
Dirty
Qu'rans it go my mission imposs-eezible
Leavin' lyrics in tha hospit-able
?Then it drops 'em? Fuck the bill, tongued, double-edged
Slice to kill! ?
hats
And I don't like Proof, punk-ass, he think he tough
He keep thirty niggaz with him, cause he weak as fuck!
I ever catch you by yourself, I'ma fuck
diamonds by the
Uh
Woah
Running out of love
Keep that .40 tucked
Man I'm trying to get these bucks
Lil baby I'm about to go up
Lil baby I be booted up
it's cosy
Watching telly, doing dishes, patching pants and making wishes
And he'll say, Bill should have wired
And, Not tonight dear, I'm too tired
Yea
It's Loco Moreno
Yea B10 Luka on tha beat
We bout to kill this shit
2021 million dollar year fasho
Started getting money changed up on em they
She did you a favor, c'mon now, yeah
NOTORIOUS!
NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS!
He is, he is.. (c'mon, what's his name?)
Bad Boy baby, D.R. c'mon
NO, NO, NO,
rhythms, her dreams have changed somehow
She wears a Red Sox cap to hide her baby dreads
The girl she was in New England, is different now and dead
In
lettin' your baby trip on ya
Better raise up, LiFee got a blaze touch
Only by the hands of God, and dirt is how im made up
Only time parts of me soft, Im
bout what you said today
Thought bout what you said today
I got problems baby, I'm my daddy's son, I'm a product of
Chicken grease, right there by my
be hard to see the light through the dark times
Had to commit some petty crimes just to get by
Yeah, shawty fine, but I ain't trickin', so I won't buy
the market's
Swiftly move to mark it show the world W.H.O the mark is
I'm similar to where started
I mean Ive got a Woo hand
First reports it's not spread by
told y'all young boys y'all need to take a chill pill
Momma use ta call me Billy Bob the seagull Bill Bill
I don't care about the hundred dollar bill boy
Bills due
Phone off
Child care
And he late on rent
By a few months
how he been paying shit
Cannabis, it's time to make a shift
He finds a plug, it's time
a mystery man
I didn't know much about him, but he's been in the can
Name's Jason, he's a bad boy with no reasoning
To be honest, I don't know what Les'
of fifth and joy
And it's a boy
[crying]
[Slick Rick]
Baby mom, under wing, though if dressed, I could string
Line of cuties, though cling, don't want
me plottin' for some benefits
Argue on internet, fuck that shit clear ya set
Changed my old ways don't make me bring the blenda back
Money you flexin
Flow like ooze, make tunes just to kill time
Everything I know came from Bob Ross or Bill Nye
Couple things changed but I'm still broke and still high
I
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