Lyrics:
(eat eat)
when there’s so much to be done,
tell me how can you get to sleep?
Dreaming while I’m wide awake (whoo)
Imagine I get you all to see (see see)
Better listen, like I always do the intuition
Never missin', 'less I'm on tour
Then the family, I miss 'em
Come and get some money (money, money, come
Blowin on some "oh shit!"
I ain't never been no P-I-M-P
But i won't hesitate
To slap you weak ass M-C's
Off the pedestal you put yourself on
Bitch im
Met a girl by the name of Miss Fortune
Her daddy was a very rich man
He told me, "Son, proceed with caution
If you wanna take my little girl's
looking
For a faster way
Perhaps to play on this stage
A disaster will actually pay
Maybe, so I keep on going straight
What do you say, "We"?
Could trade
on some Jordans (Some Jordans)
Yeah, team full of shooters
We don't miss, miss, miss
(We never miss) aiming at you, all you
Heard was swish, swish, swish
It
to
Shit I'm the man who supply who supply who supply YOU
And ya'll a bunch talk money
I'm tryin to get it down for that motherfuckin boardwalk money
don't really like your breath
and you moved your tongue
too bloody fast
hmm..
but you see that..
eeh..
I'm so poor won't you lend me some money
you
see?
The cops just killed another black man that look just like me
And nah, this ain't the first time, and it won't be the last
Unless you stand up
I never felt like I was owed a thing by God or man
Always been the type to say a prayer and make a plan
I’m a leader who can give the orders or lend
P. Diddy name me pretty
Did it for the money, now can you get with me?
People wanna know who is he? He get busy
Spray so much izzy, girls get
P. Diddy name me pretty
Did it for the money, now can you get with me?
People wanna know who is he? He get busy
Spray so much izzy, girls get
a beat
Yeah, I'ma get some cho-cho, one thing 'bout me
Yeah, gas up all that old shit, miss me with that
I could put you frontline, just bring it back
a beat
Yeah, I'ma get some cho-cho, one thing 'bout me
Yeah, gas up all that old shit, miss me with that
I could put you frontline, just bring it back
just wont let me be
Till im lookin at a spot under a willow tree like
Theres a nice place to be burried
Instead of beeing burried by lies and stories
But
yeah, they froze
I like lil mama when she wear no clothes
I make the money, but I cannot let the money make me
Got some change, but I won't let that shit
did some stupid shit
So you had to say good riddance
And Im sorry for that yeah I apologize
You cryin to me you looking at me with your red eyes
Telling
keep the reaper off me
I drink a lot of syrup
Bitches say I'm sleep walking
Big money for the grill, so
I'm never cheap talking, yeah
Keep talking
You gotta come harder than that
When I get some new money I won't even touch it i'm gone put it all in the stash
Yea yea yea yea
You gotta come
with some dough
Otherwise I may as well have stayed poor
Otherwise I may well have stayed poor
So while they stay focused on me beefin' with Flip
Bills upon bills upon bills is what you have
Before you get your check than you already spend half
See I make money, money doesn't make me
I'm
em itch
Bastard rich
Master stitch
Fix that
Fix this
Gone
You I miss
So give me just a little a little bit of skittle
Hallways to hallways
you to your destiny
Where by other souls are slain
It won't take long
It won't take too long at all
Three men in a desert wandering
One is knowing
you hear the screech
And it's so deep, open, ocean
This man escapin' some shells they can barely see
Me and bro raisin' hell, we gon' share the heat
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