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wouldn't change a thing 

*Instrumental Bridge*

Chorus 3
You 
Look at me
And know 
I wouldn't change a thing

Writers
Lyrics by Matthew Braswell and Susan

Stayin' Home Blues

Lyrics by Jamie Williams
Composed and Recorded by Mel Knoblett



Nobody seems to care if I live or die,
Nobody loves me, not

can
But don't leave teeth marks in me
I feel like kebo watching me
Imma rubber band up every g
Can't tell me shit I been getting this money since debo

the greatest, and you know that I might be
Said I needed instrumentals so I made the shit myself
Cause what the fuck I look like rapping over a type beat?
I

loves me.
Everybody's here to party.
I'm about to get your game up
Cause we coming in with
Mad instrumentals and trumpet players.
Money Money Money Money

my back or when we fucking, its just fucking, uhh
Niggas say they hard but know they singing, David Ruffin
Brad Pitt, money old and new, uhh, Benjamin

The Moneygoround

The Kinks

The Pye Album Collection

2005

Robert owes half to Grenville 
Who in turn gave half to Larry 
Who adored my instrumentals 
And so he gave half to a foreign publisher 
She took

A briefcase full of money
Jahlil on the beat, Will hosting this shit
And it's T-Lanez, Ink, Meek
And Los in this bitch

I get in the instrumental
I get

It's Two Eazy
One thing about the Grind
Is you gone be by yourself
Along the ride
They switchin up
So I focus on wealth
If I call you fam
It's love

money boy get drop kicked
Live and die by the grind my time to shine I’m not stopping
Yeah I’m busy with that hustle boy I’m plotting
Yeah I’m busy

I ain't really into owing
I just want money no friends
I just wanna win
Ricky owens on my bitch
Sippin 1942
Said she want me want you too
Smokin woods

money ‘cause I have no pride to lose.
And you have everything.

Bridge: Instrumental

Pre: Better run for your money ‘cause I have no pride to lose.

earth
Since ’99 I’ve been rap-immersed
And I’ll never quit writin all these tracks and sparkin up a verse
Here’s a reference to literature
Like William

feel

My daily routine narrated by an Attenborough
Over the instrumental to "Keep It Thoro"
My chain bang glass ceilings, Joe Burrow
When

dont know, 
you think i dont know, 

prod by. austin williams

We going hard on every team
Our destiny, you can't come between
We just coming for the checks
Drive on Malcolm X, get it by any means
Yea, I'm Young

my veins, arrivin' by plane
G4 to be exact, rewards of beats and raps
Three whores before four and three more are bein' cracked (facts)
That was

Gouda

B-Legit

My Ghetto Report Card

2006

my hands and everything, I'm real instrumental
I'm as real as they come and don't need no bitch potential
When I was comin' up there certain things we

Late with yo' money
I'm tellin' ya now, if she one minute late
I want you to grab that bih by her hair yeah
And let her know this shit ain't a game
Uh

view..
Got my ears open.. no money heard.. all I hear is I can't hear you...
Im all by myself and don't need no help.. my nigga I swear too.

{HOOK}
Niggas

(Hey, ooh) don't stop, can't stop
Spizzy Spose in the house
We're gonna sex it out for
You if you don't mind let me tell you, girl
I like my sex by

Money make the world go round
Money make the world go round
Money get a nigga off the porch
Money get Porsche
Money make a nigga get a torch
Money

need a money counter use my thumbs to count it,
Sippin Dom Perignon smoking by the ounces,
I was broke back then now I’m seeing profit,
Bitches tryna

I could drop a whole album full of instrumentals
Bet you still feel, soul into it errytime
Devoting a piece of mind to a line
I had a real plant, had