Lyrics:
Let me tell you what this rapping really mean
To a little motherfucker growing up without a dream
Had no dollars in my pocket now my pocket full
I feel the luv
Maybe these twenties and dollars like hugs
I'm off my drugs
Then took another that leveled the buzz
I'm on the way
Oh no keep talking
didn't hesitate to send them pies
Commissary prices soaring through the roof
It took me thirty days to make
Twenty dollars with a broom
Twenty one cents
Blood sweat tears
Ace Hood
(I do it)
Another day, another dollar
Every twenty foe I'm thinking money and the power
Bills due, money runnin low
hair,
And kiss the sky, girl
You and me sunshine cruising,
Down the street,
Selling hard liquor
just to get on by,
20-dollar dinners,
And cheap
together and we'll do it again
We know how to count by 10's
10, 20, 30, 40, 50, 60, 70, 80, 90, 100
10, 20, 30, 40, 50, 60, 70, 80, 90, 100
Wow! You
I met a man with tattoos on his hands
_____________________
He said "mate can you spare 20 dollars"
I said "what you gonna do with that?
Buy you
black and sleek
Tied in 20 thousand knots so ultra unique
Swearing by the Harcos bazaar, like it were the Bible
But you look good in rags
With dirt
My sack like 20 bands
I don't need no advance
Percocets no zans
I just counted 500 x pills by hand
They had me in a jam but I up'd and changed their
told her to go find yourself
Cdai got twenty-two shots, he comin' all by himself
But know he got five people with him so, nigga, go hide yourself
You
I lit out from Reno
I was trailed by twenty hounds
Didn't get to sleep that night
Till the morning came around
chorus:
I set out running
up them Vegas. Twisting up them papers. Might catch a flight to Vegas. Me and bro went m.i.a. U tripping on 20k. These hoes don't speak in ingles. U
All this trapping got me hungry, trying to make a million dollars
Price tag ain't a thing, It's in the bag, oh shit I'm balling
Waiting on the day
I'm the cheapest, yeah you know I'm the cheapest
Cost more than a dollar, hell nah I don't need it
I'm the cheapest, yeah you know I'm the cheapest
twenty dollar pants
Like what up though
Ball by myself like I'm playing nut-so
I don't mean to brag but put me against your best O
Circle full of bosses
and "Don't Believe the Hype, "
"Can't Do Nuttin' For You Man"
"911 is a Joke" twenty years
We got here by actin' like common folk
Tourin' the world like
they math
Bitches ain't half cut up crack up in the stash
50 Cent Italian, icy flow
This is that Run-and-Get-a-Dollar-for-The-Ice-Cream-Cone
Cause they
Ten million dollars later I'm a blessing, nigga
How a nigga rich but still stressing, nigga
Glock-40, Smith & Wesson, nigga
Streets will never ever
I lit up from Reno
I was trailed by twenty hounds
Didn't get to sleep that night
Till the morning came around
Set out running but I'll take my
I lit up from Reno
I was trailed by twenty hounds
Didn't get to sleep that night
Till the morning came around
Set out running but I'll take my
Trump
I can collapse or puncture, the lungs of anyone
Give him a chance to spit his last word, unerve
then he done
20/20 ain't good enough
Rappers
Ricordo nel 20-20, 22 anni grana a zero
Zero fama, zero fame, zero forza per davvero
Io nel retro con un flow che ta-taglia co-come una lama e mi
scale, I need the data (damn)
You ain't havin' it your way, what's the matter? (What's the matter?)
Five thousand dollar bills, threw it at her (yeah)
to meet you MOTHERFUCK THAT, nice to mush ya
The twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles
Of beer of beer on the wall on the wall
The twenty
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