Lyrics:
to get it by my lonely
Windows tinted like I'm Bruce Wayne
They gon say me Mr. Owe me
Fell in love with getting money, nah
They gon' say me Mr. Owe me
I, I get money, money I got (I, I get it)
I, I get money, money I got (I, I get it)
I, I get money, money I got (Yeah)
Money, money I got, money
was OJ
If you lookin for some money bitch my name is no way
Not tomorrow not today not yes-terday
I'm Mr President as they say
And that phantom fits
shit get with me
hah so if for any reason you forget, forfeit
and call me mr. I'll take your chick
haha, nah, call me mr. upgrade or mr. front page
call
to fend for himself or by his own
Mr drug dealer
it's 1995, now that he's older stress weighs on his shoulders
Heavy as boulders, but he hides it
told you out the gate, I'm not the fake, I gotta say
And please excuse, almost forgot, man, I'm Raw Dizzy by the way
Money over bitches, bitch, I
get dat money that's what puzzles me
Rollin' lurkin' schemin' ain't no dreamin' bitch you see me I want
Lil' homie want all the money (all
tell you Mr.
By then it is too late
'Cause Mr. when you get there
They don't ask, they don't ask what you saved
All they'll want to know, Mr.
Is
'm done you can have this bitch
5000, 10,000, 20
Ones in my hand, that's good money
Ones in my fan, we get money
She pop that thang, she get that
That
crib
Lord forgive me I know I'm a sinner but day by day my patience gets dimmer
Lord forgive me I know I'm a sinner but I was just feenin to sit with
up? (Mac)
Money, money-money, money-money (I get paid)
Money, money-money, (I-I, I get paid, I get-I get)
Money (Sean Mac, come here), money-money
can suck a dick
Okay, tell me shit, Lil Wayne fuck a bitch
Lil' nigga, big money, big gun full of that shit
Nigga I ain't Will Smith, nah, I ain't
ugh
Over
Over
Over
OVER
Every good lie has a lil truth in it
Like every bad bitch got a lil youth in em
I get established i could get a few million
broke and pissy
She chasing money, chasing clout, you know she rolling with me
Look in my stairs, that shit off Lulu like I'm the Rolling 60s
Lil Boat
stood there watching
And I was hypnotized
By the rhythm of your body
And the music in your eyes
And I was lost inside your world with you
Hey Mr
here we getting money man
Over here we getting money man
I-am D-A-Double N-Y
Mr. I done been fly
Mr. I get love out from Chicago back to NY
Mr. I do
Yeah, I'm the hottest shit jumping out the coffee pot
Man I'm just tryin' to get my spot like a polka dot.
A lil' cush make my eyes and my shoulders
I get that money, that money, that money, oh yeah
I get it popping
I get that money, that money, that money, oh yeah
Had to change up spot, had
me Mr. WeatherMan!
Mr.WeatherMan I heard you keep that Pole
Mr.WeatherMan I heard you wetting All these hoes
Call me Mr.WeatherMan
Call me
nigga by the dreadlocks
kick in the door break the chains and the dead lock
Jae Millz.
ay yo i been hittin his phone and still cant get 'em
i know he
I, I get money, money I got (I, I get it)
I, I get money, money I got (I, I get it)
I, I get money, money I got (Yeah)
Money, money I got, money
Oh Backstreet, get set
One time, here we go
Oh oh oh oh
Get set, get set
I could tell when I stepped in the room
And I saw you standing there
Roll
Big Money
I like it
Bank roll after Bank Roll
I send this out to my childhood role model catamisk big bank rolls
Suzuki all gold, (whoo)
call up the line
Get down wit', down wit' us
This is a request Mr. Radio Man
Just one desire from a hip-hop fan
Hey DJ (you're on the line
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