Lyrics:
'm about to buy the bar (yeah)
And everywhere I drive I'm a star
Little kids all on the corner scream, "That's my car"
It was days couldn't be fly, now
'Melo cause scoring is my shit boy
I'm CP3 'cause I be dishin' and handlin' the rock
Chef cooking with the pot boy
It's all about the muthafuckin' money
had it all
Blue heels blue eyes single coolest girl I'll ever know
Single ain't about her, or is it you'll never know
Like Lil is still the realest in
'm 'bout to go drop on some jewelry
I'ma tell you lil' niggas somethin'
Fame blowin' all you niggas money
Maintain, gotta keep a hundred comin'
Ain't no
smoke again
Ayo, who's that, it's Lil EZ
Back from the dead, eggs over easy all over his head
I can cook you an omelette and shove it down your throat
time so I gotta decline it
I'm lyin', I got time
They call me Mr. Man cuh I'm a stranger now to them boys, serious
Yo Mr. Man, what's good?
What's
coming on
Get your brellas I'm about to
Make this money grow
Watch him make it grow
He's got style jazzy grace
Making it rain all over the place
They
I'm simpin' like mr mclovin
She driving a Ford on ig a porch on this side it's really no judging
She faking she really lil pumped it and I'm hating that
to the waitress
One day there'll be no debate about who the greatest out
Bitch, it's him, no replacements, we'll never choose the safest route
Put it all
the Earth roll, roll
Audemar on her clit until she squirt
I got bank coming in, lil' baby
What you wanna work (All of it)
I'll have you rocking Christian Dior
don't impress me Dobalina
The style of dress is not the key Dobalina
It's all in the mind and the heart, so you should start
By remembering ya gotta
don't impress me Dobalina
The style of dress is not the key Dobalina
It's all in the mind and the heart, so you should start
By remembering ya gotta
coast is nuttin' right now mane
That's what it is mane i mean I mean
It ain't even about members who worst rhyme
I'm just givin' a lil love
If I didn't
not gon' change
I'm rich bitch I don't care about no fame
Cause if all else fails I got cocaine
Still see me all on TV wit it
Still in da hood
Listen, when I rap, boy, that shit poetical
I break rules, I have never been ethical
Need condoms, niggas all on my genitals
I'm the best, get it straight
thought it would be you
The city that I represent talkin' all that shit
Because all we do is kick it and mind our own business
Lil' Rob and Mr. Shadow
me like its tailor made
I can take on a war, nigga bombs-away
I been in the water fucking all the Marmalades
If you lookin for some money bitch my
Vegas, yep, I got married
To a lady who loved me she thought it's be funny to gamble all my money
And I got stranded without my clothes, a little bit
'Melo cause scoring is my shit boy
I'm CP3 'cause I be dishin' and handlin' the rock
Chef cooking with the pot boy
It's all about the muthafuckin' money
chill now you punch
Larceny? All I see is a bunch of new punks
I'd have you lyin' to ya mother
Bringin' money e'ry day nigga
You ain't even have to pay
game got it all wrong_We ain't 'bout to go and spend money just to flex on them_We ain't really got it like y'all (Yeah, baby!)|I'm a type
the odds are stacked against us, they're likely to stack 'em on us
Lil Tune, Jurassic in the room, Tyrannosaurus
I ain't steal it, I took it, I ain't
Mr.International
Havin Cash
NewWe$t
MoneyBags
Haters hate you mad
Baby I'm a businessman all I want is Money fuc the fame I'm a simple Man yeah
Baby
and everyday we gettin high wit weed
We ride wit G's and movin on up from O's to ki's
(Big Pimp)
I was that'same pimp that y'all use to call
hey lil fat daddy
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