Lyrics:
haired woman and a one eyed Jack
Mix me up a batch of that love flambeaux
I want a batch of the love flambeaux
I gave her half my money
She wanted just
the vultures in a van and
I run the block (run)
Pull up in a drop (pull up)
Push up on my money (push up)
I'm in great shape dunny
I keep jacks jumping
How man didn't spot it
I wanted to stop it but I couldn't stop it
She was his wife but to me just an option
Girls come and go but this money I pocket
don't fear whoo nada zip gye obedepoñ
By the way I'm on I'm on that swagg
By the way I love to play it save no jimmyto
By the way I'm lit I'm lit as ffff
the ladies love to touch)
Is it true? (Y'all be whylin in the club too much)
Is it you... Made Men, Made Men
Is it you or is it Deja Vu?
Is it you? (Y'all
that you see is probably styled by me
I'm rockin OG's, with the Nike Air, slightly rare
Fluffy OZ's of the Jack Herer [?]
Listen here, we outta there,
that you see is probably styled by me
I'm rockin OG's, with the Nike Air, slightly rare
Fluffy OZ's of the Jack Herer [?]
Listen here, we outta there,
don't make me use that
Reaching for the stars, Got the State on my back
Sipping Jack, moving packs, everybody move back now
I been out here, getting money
on you, Jack )
(Ha-ha-ha)
Silver D (Silver D) take it to the breakdown
Money Mark, please scratch to the northbound
( *scratching* )Okay, that's enough
D
Sheesh
Just a week ago
Everything was sweet
I'm losing close friends
Money ain't shit
I'm sick of greed
I lit the weed then I crack the bottle
Chorus)
Hot liquor stone jack
Bitter toothless flesh
Shabby pimple chin-slime
Evil milky rash
Me and Harpua
Spastic dead-eyed hound
Oozing dreadlock
loves me, so when I ain't around they ask for me
I buckle up to kick rap like a crash dummy
For the fast money, I get up in that ass money
The fact you
could even break you
Take you on a vacation tour
From Paris to Port More
Money can't by pass time
Can't buy you love
Can't buy you life or salvation
More
today,
Feel tomorrow like I feel today,
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away.
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her
GETTING THE P’s BY THE BOAT LOAD
(BOAT LOAD)
SURROUNDED BY GREEN LIKE A GOLF BALL
(GOLF BALL)
MOTIVATED BY THE LOST SOULS
(LOST SOULS)
MY JACK LBJ IT GET
BY THE LOST SOULS
(LOST SOULS)
MY JACK LBJ IT GET ALL CALLS
(ALL CALLS)
BACK TO THE CRIB SHE ON ALL FOH
BACK TO THE CRIB SHE ON ALLLL FOH
BACK
Dedication 3, Young Money, nigga (Barack O-Drama)
Dedication 3, Young Money, nigga (Gangster Grillz, you bastards)
Dedication 3, Young Money, nigga
now we fine now
3ny3 atanfo nyinaara kc time out
Woaaa wo doubt y3n no kraa si jack how
Got a couple foreigns don't even know what to drive out
Oluwa
Give The Barber Some
A-Town upside down
Scissors to the side
V-Town we will ride
3G Da Bookbag Barber temp fade shawty
Cut wit me and get some money
Give The Barber Some
A-Town upside down
Scissors to the side
V-Town we will ride
3G Da Bookbag Barber temp fade shawty
Cut wit me and get some money
North-side, South-side
Zone 1
Zone 2
Zone 3
Zone 4
Zone 5
Zone 6
Stack dough
And get Rich
Jack-town
A-town
Hold it down
For your town
Jack a chump
Kill
Dedication 3, Young Money, nigga
(Barack O-Drama)
Dedication 3, Young Money, nigga
(Gangsta Grillz, you bastards)
Dedication 3, Young Money, nigga
got it on my mind
I see you slippin then it’s mine
I gotta watch my 3, my 6, & my 9
Watching crooked niggas it’ll make you cross eyed
Love for my niggas
Cause even when yo niggaz want to be untrue
You know the money's still good to you
Yes Yes
Some believe in love and some believe in
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