Lyrics:
money to slum kids, kings will pillows
Leave your body, yo, under the dumpsters
Take money suitcases, bracelets and cake mix
Come out the hole, this is
sittin' by the Benz grill
Not's a hundreds, it's lunch, kid, play fair
Stay here, feed your brother, be's a one, shit
Enough money to slum kids, kings will
Nosk - Dream
13 - Hermeth - Not My Proudest Fap
14 - Beyond Therapy - Higher (Beyond Therapy Extended Rave Mix)
15 - The Prodigy - Timebomb Zone (KFM
I don’t need a wallet cause my money can’t fold
I’m running up a check just like I'm Usain Bolt
How am I richer than you and you sold your soul
Shaking that booty, miss fatty
I'm electrified, got my eye, spinning like a Jojo
My money fly, in the sky, let the little flow
Time to get tipsy, oh,
Aight nigga, you already know what it is man
A-Town, H-Town connection nigga
T.I.P. man, you understand that?
My homeboy Paul Wall, extended Pimp
Moving bags like the trash man narcs hot
Put that dope by the trash can blowing za
Im kinda low call the gas man if you running
Up the pro's get
my money
Staying high, doing business, like the gass
By any means necessary, we gon get the cash
The fast money come in quick, get you hit
In your
good, he gon' eat it like a cookie
Your money short like Snookie
Breeze through ya block now it's suvy
Extended clip, we shoot a movie
Draco, it came with
it right
Or you'll be 6 feet deep by the end of my crime
Wanna be an enemy
You can meet my 9
For all these pussy boys
I don't go no time
Mix all
a cold nose
Slayin' these so-so's to extinction dodos
I leave they brains outside they skull like Mojo Jojo
The spit-game senseis, dem say
Hoes no kick it
Nigga it must be nice
Carry-out nigga got killed by his rice
Nigga ain't push up yeah don't believe in the hype
Wock in the Gatorade give me
(Suburban)
I got a Glock if you act hard (Bop, bop, bop)
Extended mag get to dumpin’ (Dumpin’)
Bullets, hollow, get to thumpin’ (Thumpin’)
Running man get
While I'm surrounded by bitches with guns and sex toys
Blind love for money, head, and warm steel
Coke off the boat wrapped in banana peels
Life's so
defending
Man
Fuck is you talking bout get up off my dick
Niggas be chasing clout looking like a bitch
Letting them thangs rang out got them in the mix
Taking
now now now
Yagga yagga yo yo (Ok get it straight)
[Chorus:]
We don't mix it, so we don't deal wid fly
Dat's why I request peaches, and give her
I keep tabs on u niggas Clair huxtable
My strap got extended clip it’s adjustable
My pop told me make sure u good by yo self
Before u do that u
Oooo I need some money
Out here in the hood
Man these niggas sell you stories
I can't spend a dime can't let a nigga see me sorry
A jug could getchu
Shakwanda hand me my cop-corn
Ok Nia, hit me with the tee girl
Yo It started off like just another day
Pocket money running low, man I gotta get paid
Piggy
a milestone
People calling me, asking me for money, man
The only thing I'mma give you motherfuckers is the dial tone
God damn, god damn, we at it again
Me
niggas play tag
This cash in my pocket it's gone make me sag
Put dick in her throat I hope she do not gag
P ninety gone come with a extended mag
He hating
My twin he finna double up, just dropped down on some bricks
Remember I was broke, I mix that exo with the tris I won't even say shit, pull up dolo
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.)
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