Lyrics:
lack of confidence
Translates into inaction
That lowers confidence levels even further
On and
On "So, first of all, " he told the audience
"let me assert
loves me, so when I ain't around they ask for me
I buckle up to kick rap like a crash dummy
For the fast money, I get up in that ass money
The fact you
yeah)
Money, money I got, money, money I got (I run New York!)
I took quarter water sold it in bottles for 2 bucks
Coca-Cola came and bought it for
with words"
And that's because my word is bond, lyrics are laws
Sucker MC's look at me like I'm friggin' eye sore
Verse 2: Posdnuos
Heere comes
Yeah, 50 i make it feel brand new
Yes they tell me
You make me feel brand new, ha ha
Fuck with me, yeah
It go one for the money, two for the dough
the block hot when
I bring out the stove
I like it fast, live lavish
I used to blow money
Then my nigga told me that slow be sho' money
Ima' beat the bock
vicariously through me
If I get head from Drene
That's one for the team
Cause 702, that's one for the crew
My dawg Hip-Hop really love Claudette
So if I ever
back
Bring the marty to your face wit' no place to run back
I'm from the slums that created the bass that thump back
This ain't a game clown, play ya
of a cliff
Plus this is some real shit from two of the realest
The way we ripped this track show you that we the illest
You feel this?
My niggas want money, My
alladin
2k bout the money
I’m bringing the bag in
I’ll teach you a lesson
By casually bragging
I got up and did what I said I would do
Drake and the weekend
at a table snorting two lines
If one overdose then two died
Four sitting there so I guess that means two live
Me and Sosa rolling up getting too high
When
up in that ass money
The fact you tryin' to test me kinda bugs me
I leave crews fed up, like handicap niggas tryin' to get up
Emcees get wet up
you can call me hood
Matter fact, fuck that kid, you know my name
Peace I'm audi, me and my motherfuckin crw
Me and my crew, me and my crew we be
know me but ion know who that
N****s been hating I already knew that
8 Hunnid block you know where the crew at
Me and my n****s don't lack
Send two shots
yeah)
Money, money I got, money, money I got (I run New York!)
I took quarter water sold it in bottles for 2 bucks
Coca-Cola came and bought it for
(Bring 'em out, bring 'em out) Aye!
TIP coming live from the VIP, heard the night life lost life when I leave
Both the Feds and the State want to see
a misdeameanor
Beatin motherfuckers like Ike beat Tina
A nigga never been as broke as me
I like that
When I was young I had two pair of Lees
Besides that
The pin
grab your nuts, duke
Cause that's the only way these niggas living in the 9-deuce
More murder by killing and slaying some shit
You fake on the two
understand this science here
It's that real live gettin' money shit motherfuckers
Eightball and MJG nuff love Busta Ryhmes Flipmode squad
Yeah, we doin' this
and he needs a home as well
Them man just lost a phone as well, that's another rack to Broski's girl
You know the crew's fire, amount of sticks I lost I
the grave
I pray the Lord will help us remember all of the summer days
Summer days, please help me bring back the summer days (summer days)
Please help me
called Phase 2
And let me tell ya something we're a hell of a crew
Once a week we're on the street
Just a-cutting the jams and making it freak
For you
area crew
Yea, man
Yes, the first cut should be the deepest
To penetrate beyond the muscle wall's inner regions
First you was icing me, connect
I've been grinding now all my money blue
Ain't blowing up alone imma do it with the crew
Making hits and making vids you know that's what we do
So
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