Lyrics:
shit, Pharrell you my loc'
And that's for life my nigga
Haha, Gangsta Gumpo
Neptunes, Star Trak
(It blows my mind)
Billionaire Boys Club, DPG
Doggy Style
at the dance floor
(wait a minute!)
y'all know my flow
(make ya wit it!)
huh, kick out
the sounds and melodies
getcha boogie down
at the l-o-v-e club
when you
is bent
Count up every cent
You want money
It get honey
Don't get bitchy
That's suspicious
I wanna do what I wanna do
But ma's rent don't get paid by
I'm okay
I don't pop out for the club, I'm in my head, I overthink
Fill my cup up with that mud and roll my woodies by the trace
They always ask me
for nothin', start livin' for life (uh-huh)
If you're having a baby, then make her your wife (yeah)
If you're up in the club where the dub
It's like
Yeah, this the Shady Records mixtape (yeah)
Invasion, mixed by the Evil Genius (50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo)
G-Unit
This rap shit plays
up like carpaccio, nigga
Extra thin
Yo, I play with cold stoves so
Hot it'll break the Pyrex
Yellow and black Wu Nikes go
With the Pittsburgh Pirates
me
Got my single in the pocket of my
Warm-up pants
Cause I'm knowing it could blow
Up if they give me a chance
I said DJ DJ how you been?
I'm just
game, heroin in
The vain, fuck'n with there brains. Who the next nigga
Ta get popped by a cop? Who the next in the hood 2
Get shot? I hope it ain't me,
ass tryna finish up the last so I can sit it in a stash
Old E. sweat dripping from the bag
Milk crates sitting on the Ave.
While I'm looking left
on the microphone like can you turn me up
I got bad bitches, out here in the club
In the club, yeah you know they sipping mud
Then I take a 40 mix it with the bud
She
said it by mistake
My t-shirts make more money than your mixtape
I tell a boy Boy Better
Know it’s money making season
I book a flight to New York for no
blow once I stepped in the game
They don't want me to run up the them digits
But you know I can't stop I could blow any minute
Pick a side better make
'Why do I have to blow myself up' Why can't I just'?
'Who's the fucking mastermind here' Me or you'?
Americans, let's face it: We've been a spoiled
me, so club owners go to hell!
You got that blow to sell but you want this bro to fail
But it really ain't me 'cause it is your destiny to go to jail
have your (?) space turkey has knocked up slightly off course.
KWIRK
Well, Lemon...
SMOCK
It?s Leh-meen, sir.
KWIRK
Now we must get back
Blow all that money on me
Fuck up some commas in this club now yeah
That’s what I like to see
Something bout the money flying in the air around me
Gets
the drunk in me
(that's right) and I'm get her drunk for free when I take her it gone hurt
[Verse 3: T-Pain]
When I Pull Up To Club
All The Shawties Be Like
I'll be there
Every time we in the club there's money in the air
The boys gone make it rain up on them bitches over there
Attracted to em cuz the way
up dawg and get head in the renter
Gotta take her home, clean her up before I can finish
Cause ain't no pussy worth gettin burnt while I'm up in it
up dawg and get head in the renter
Gotta take her home, clean her up before I can finish
Cause ain't no pussy worth gettin burnt while I'm up in it
shit started way back on the Nawf
Came up on a pack, put it back on the Nawf
I run with the sack and go back to the Nawf
Shout out freaky Zeeky,
catcher
You broke boy, you ain't movin' but an ounce or better
Thirty-five hundred on a Louis sweater
Don't hit the door if it ain't five bricks
Doc-Trizzy, Shady-Twizzie slash Aftermath
50 Cent, G-Unit, here we go, free Yayo
Motherfuck a Benzino, they don't know we finna blow
Someone better tell 'em
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