Lyrics:
Lay by the pool
Different beach every summer
Lookin at the view of the moon
View of the moon
She wanna dance under
Lookin at the view of the moon
Lay by
Paddy man wor ya nor
Shi nor fianor y3 nyunmo de ni wo ya
Wor Ya
Paddy man wor ya nor
Baa tashi nor you don't belong here wor ya
Metenaa se dwene ho deep
and a yacht
I got essentials and credentials and honeys at my feet
And when I walk the street, I'm never lookin' bummy
'Cause without the money
"Ain't
I fought by myself I had nobody around when I was fallin' deep into dat pool pit
I stood on ten up it at you Nd yo mans nii they runnin' when I let
how she be lookin' at my diamonds
Ain't gon' lie that bitch fine ass hell
Ain't gon' lie that bitch like
She makes them birds sing like Patti LaBelle
traps
I was deep in the game, I'm talkin' to my knee caps
If a cutie was a mile, I just served that nigga three laps
I be nervous when I rap 'cause I
at least like three Ms
i'll shoot a nigga twice and dump his body in the deep end
And y'all already know
That's just how it be
Niggas lackin', you know I'ma
Give it all ya got, give it all ya got, hustlin'
Niggas that's talkin' about we now, watch yo' mouth!
If you lookin', fo' me, I'll be, rollin'
You
massage, platnuim and gold cars
Money stashed in NY to Witchitaw
And I stay with my niggas cause you know how bitches are
Aggy, cause they baby daddy want
Breathe
One and then the two
Two and then the three
Three and then the four
Then you gotta breathe
One and then the two
Two and then
behead niggas that don't believe this
Rule baby.. 3:36
[Ja Rule] [01]
Ya'll niggas want to dead.. (who?)
Then want to ride.. (who?)
Ya'll know
massage, platnuim and gold cars
Money stashed in NY to Witchitaw
And I stay with my niggas cause you know how bitches are
Aggy, cause they baby daddy want
massage, platnuim and gold cars
Money stashed in NY to Witchitaw
And I stay with my niggas cause you know how bitches are
Aggy, cause they baby daddy want
money, got to get my dime
Sit down with her baby, wind is full of trash
She bold as the street light, dark and sweet as hash
Way down in the hollow,
rounds, lotta pounds, kilograms on the ave
How you want it? Quarter thang, half thang, whole slab?
Young Atlanta nigga pull a hammer on ya
Pull up
How am i lookin' so clean in this drop top?
Niggas hatin' on me cause they not hot
Yeah i'm fuckin' on your hoe
She a thot thot
Niggas spillin' beans
together [x6]
Where ganna be beautiful together [x3]
And let me show you what I can do [x3]
Let me show you how fast I can get to your heart
Awh shit
Breathe
One and then the two
Two and then the three
Three and then the four
Then you gotta breathe
One and then the two
Two and then
Hannah Montana
A$AP Yams I've been poppin no xans
Cream fraygo Fredo Santana pop at ya man
White tee lookin like Japan
Red dot, headshot, infa-red beam
My
I put a Kazoo upon wrist (Say it louder)
Shit too loud like low-key don't exist (Don't exist uh)
Money lookin more and more familiar
Benjamins my
They know they is surrounded by all of this competition
Let me show theses boy how to get it in
I just go do it for money you should go do it for money
ya'll little, make we shoot you off tha face of the earth
Concerned, oh to mah, look how things turn out
Gang firm out, na their house
Them place gon burn
Oh oh
Attention
Attention
We're comin on in from the deep end
How bout we mention the sort of wreck we're in
And by the way, this bouta be out their
And where ganna be great together [x6]
Where ganna be beautiful together [x3]
And let me show you what I can do [x3]
Let me show you how fast I can get
Discuss these how ya money lookin by 3 deep Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In