Lyrics:
beams
40 inch blings, Ill Will the fuckin' team
this for my niggas in the Bridge from Queens.
[Chorus: Nas]
Illmatic Ice, Goon, Sonny, and Smitty (real
stabbing - movies show you where the knife go
Then they sell you life for death like Geico
Somebody better mail my check
My money
My money
My money
My
you know we in power
You could see my outfit on the Discovery Channel
I'm a stunner, my bitches train like robots
They sniff coke, deep throat, and they
you know we in power
You could see my outfit on the Discovery Channel
I'm a stunner, my bitches train like robots
They sniff coke, deep throat, and they
come up short with my money and for sure I'll kick yo ass bitch (You should be here) bitch You fuckin wit dem other niggaz but you know you love a nigga
'em harder
So I bring 'em in for slaughter
Leave 'em wheezy like the Carter
Pulling hoes without a foreign
She gone come in my apartment
Cause I'm
the green
Money money money money
It's been 2 weeks since I got payed
And I just
Spent all my money
On real shit please
Stressed all about the money
Pass me
is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every
f-are-e-e
L and a 0 and a V and a E
That good for you and that good for
Man and woman in a relationship
You don't have love it cannot exist
So I insist that
rebuttals for real
Ya chick a thot, she lick the cock
Then gave scar to my man
Have four balls in her hand
She got jugglin' skills
But stop by ya spot
celebrate the money good move my mama out the hood
Now we living like we should
Thank god for the life
Hustle hard all day blue collar we trapping today Blue
the money dance
At the picture booth with the money stand
My cousin Pooh called me money man
For I was 21, I had 20 grand
Cappin' ass, nigga, mane they dont
for coppin a plea and crying
Cause my niggaz ain't gon' stop ridin'
So you gone
[Chorus]
[50]
I got a hand gun habit, nigga front I'll let ya
of trouble
Double crossed by the law so theres nobody to run to
Yeah, its just me and my sawed off shotgun
Outlaw, call him Leather Face
Im headed for
)
Throw me my money bitch (Money)
I ain't got time for you broke as hoes
Ass up, lights out, it's bout to go down
Got that good head, good head, head
flat
Know how to treat it, never take for granted, she got me trapped
[Chorus]
My money, money, money, my b**** is my money
Ohhh money you my honey
do it like us (You can bump this)
Now mama after my show, come on and let's roll
I got places to go, and money to blow
I got the shorty so I just keep
sucks)
If I do some dirt black on black my chucks (My chucks)
I just got some good weed for zero bucks (For free)
I just put sprinkled kief into each of my
do blood money
That why I Dey hustle my way
Up to the Top
Anyway na way
Kowo mi shati pe X2
LLOYD VERSE
Kowo mi shati pe
I wanna to make my Pay
Jesse and You (Is that what best friends do?) Words by Lloyd Tosoff
Music by Lloyd and Ted Tosoff
It’s out on the street
All over this
been held up yet, well uh, I ought to make it by sundown,
I figure that's enough time for me to get the whole rundown,
So I continue my mission, it's
uh, I ought to make it by sundown,
I figure that's enough time for me to get the whole rundown,
So I continue my mission, it's gettin' dark
So now I'm
very best friend you
Used him/her for ritual and you
are busy celebrating with the money
This talk is not good to hear
Say it let us hear
Because of my
required to live the life of my dreams.
I enjoy making money doing things that I would have done for free.
I receive profitable communications from people
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