Lyrics:
Cause I gotta be making my money
By robbing and stealing
Drug dealing try to make a million
And plus thinking bout feddy
And running my city in the city
money world
And I'm gonna bring 'em in my world
I want it, you got it, don't make me have to go in your pocket
I want it, you got it, don't make me have
the safe, got the money and the jewelry
Three weeks later, I'm at the P-A-D
Had a little fly ass bitch wit me
Sittin' in a dig, yo it couldn't be
(What up G
curls, hoppin' out of clown car
Shows over Bozo
No mo', I'm back
Time to face the music, I'ma just straight up abuse him
He choose to, diss
But he know
the Harlem Gigolo
Get your ho, lick her low, make the bitch hit the door
I represent honeys with money, fly guys with gems
Ride with the tints that be
the Harlem Gigolo
Get your ho, lick her low, make the bitch hit the door
I represent honeys with money, fly guys with gems
Ride with the tints that be
[Slim Thug][Hook: x 2]
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While I'm at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks
get him as soon as he tired (yeah)
I seen bitches get over they feelings for niggas
Some hours after he died
Half the city be bap, the niggas who rap
City Boo
as we continue to bring you the flav
represent'in L.B.
from the cradle to the grave
now how's that, one time for your mind
but when I
funerals, criminals turned aroused
The Brick City, nobody come off like P.Diddy
Business wise, I play men
Hide money on the Island Cayman, y'all just
cases
P's chase us like horse races
Battin down on all faces
Everyday it's like the same old shit
I ain't goin bit, my motto's like make
can't mind dyin', where I'm from, I live by the iron
On the block of Valence and Magnolia, it's hard times
(Hook [B.G.])
I be loaded, thinkin' of Range
God (yeah)
Oh God (boy)
Yeah, G.O.O.D. (MMG, nigga)
Chain all V.S. I ain't with the B.S
Catch me in your city riding hard through the B.X
my cash it's cuz I'm known to stack them bands
Use my people money to enhance your own wealth that ain't G
Using funds to build ya self up and that's
on a money-making mission like a money making mitch
Bitches squeezing tig old bitties at my show I represent
Everybody wanna be seen but everybody aint working
If you
shootin, 'til I burn my sleeves
Nigga please, these boys is G's
Represent New Orleans, like a Fleur-de-lis
Shit, what you know about it, we more than
(ok)
You too cute to be seatin' on the bench
You can start on my teem ma come n represent and
I can treat you better than that looser ever did
Cause
had to run for months to pump up but I'ma handle her
like a man, I'ma stand if I fall
And when I fall, then the city better make the call
Left
York, big city of dreams
And everything in New York ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from outta town
But I'm down by law,
I sip the Dom P, watching Gandhi 'til I'm charged
Writing in my book of rhymes, all the words past the margin
To hold the mic I'm throbbin', my
me
Yeah and I'ma G you don't know a motherfuckin' thing bout me
I tell u one motherfuckin' thing bout me bitch I got so much money on me uh
I
We steady making movies
We was trippin Tallahassee
We was sellin by the P
Shit I even broke it down to the grammy if need be
We was driving
SB
GGunna
G.S.P
Strictly Business
I Go
Day by day trying to make it in the end
Living life on the fly with some friends I can't depend
They say they
That G)
More sex and money make the world go round
Dumb Diddy snatch ya chick up, hit the floor now
Want money? I need bodyguards, as big as stiff
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