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they sour
Getting money a day by the hour
I can't fuck with these n****s they dead broke
Pull up on me i swear you don't want smoke
Stick my dick in that

My albums coming I ain't showing niggas mercy
I feel like Kobe in that motherfucking jersey 

Fuck amen for this wack ass beat
I told him it was dirt

doing Karate
I'm just tryna get everybody tuned in
Co-operate and it's a win-win

Money Trees, Money Trees, Money Trees
That kind of trap got everybody

box
They wasn’t ready
I’m Alive I’m in the building
Uh shout out to Eddie
Tom Ford my drip is flooded
Fucked around and broke a levee
Money guns will

me in streets, be Street Fighting like
Blanka or Bison slicing, dicing
Like w butcher knifeing wifing
Bitches? Never, that shit is trifling
Young Money

winning? Just
So that a nigga in the street
Can give me a fucking dap?
The same niggas that didn't buy
My album any fucking way
That downloaded the shit? Get

death in the family hard to enjoy it
More money more problems fake friends weren't really for me
And seem like when you get through some shit here comes

How to Be a Playa

Master P, Silk, Fiend, Silkk the Shocker

Def Jam's How to Be a Player [Clean]

1997

See I'm bout to smack me a bitch, cause all my money in here 
Told em clear, for me to slid arrear, gotta pay for the year 
What I look like a simp?

in my hand
Beating on my chest knocking over helicopters and shit
Niggas ain't learn yet i guess i gotta take em back ta high school
I'm seriously done

Gimme my money Gimme my money
I need that
Gimme my money Gimme my money Gimme my money
I need that

I done whipped it sifted capped it UP and sold it in

(shit)
Same size as Dua Lipa, where the fuck my pen go?
Second fiddle to weirdos, you feel like Eddie Winslow
Street Fighter like Birdie, keep a stick

making no money, shit don't even make no sense
How you ain't stacking no money, know that shit can get you rich

Me and Randy in the hood, he just spilled

ya business bro
For this shit get out of hand
An I expose you ho
I love bitches I love groupies
I'll kill ah nigga snoopin'
Money Time ENT
'Bout

of Gin
You woke up in hell gettin sexed by Marilyn Manson
You lie, you deny, pass me the microphone
I guess like Eddie Murphy you was givin 'em a ride home

Bitch, I'll rip your fucking face off
I never take no day off, I stay in the club if the bass hard
I only hop on the beat if the credits say "produced by

in that battle rap ring
Turn that to gatling
My next album gon be so dark and so fly
I should CD package it wrapped in batwings
The Soul Train Music

I'm back again, reppin' and I got my four ten
Doin' you in when I creeps and spin the bin
Now the heat is on I'm comin' to get'cha
Went through

Jewelry Jacqueline Onassis could appreciate
We two alleviate the pain, Eddie Cane
Richard Fire, pinky rings

The Five Heartbeats in one heart
Like I got

it's law, order today, we pay dues
New Tomorrow's, Rubik's Cube money in a tube
Deck the Halls, crush salary dice that's in ? hall
Hey y'all Peppermint

Fetti

Oh No

Welcome to Los Santos

2015

apartment units
I'm just doin' my thing and hoes drawn to it
Bomb fluent in that money talk
Glass slippers before she can walk
Silver spoons fill her food for

Big Ballin'

Paul Wall

The Peoples Champ

2005

candy paint, sprayed by that Eddie
12 coats of that clear lookin' like some grape jelly
My paint's drippin' wet, my slab is superb
Park the truck

Tha Block Is Hot

Lil Wayne

Cash Money Records Platinum Hits, Vol. 1

2002

keepin' niggas hotter (ugh), nasty and sour
Pile up in the Eddie Bauer and blocka at every hour
Some niggas like that powder, foldin' up with that drain

Tha Block Is Hot

Lil Wayne

Tha Block Is Hot

1999

keepin' niggas hotter (ugh), nasty and sour
Pile up in the Eddie Bauer and blocka at every hour
Some niggas like that powder, foldin' up with that drain

reloaded
Bitch I'm goated
Wanted dead or alive Wild West shit
Shorty tried to kill me so I'm flexing on my ex bitch
Snakes in the grass love to switch up by