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Have It Your Way

Birdman

Rich Gang [Deluxe Edition]

2013

ay, oh)
I'm just keeping my way, we can parlay
I'm so about my business, 'bout that money I don't play this
That's how we do it all day, all day, all

Making Love to the Money

Gucci Mane

The Appeal: Georgia's Most Wanted

2010

K I'm talkin' Ray J
Makin' love to money on da interstate 
Can't keep my hands off her we on a dinner date
I'm makin' love to my money shawty keep

even trip
I need some money I go make a flip (Flip)
I’m buying the by the brick (2 Paints)
In the trap where I’m doing my shift (All Day)
Pull up get

I chill at home I pass on clubs 
Trying to get this money right my dollar bills not looking right 
It's just enough to make it by but damn I'm trying

south
Eat the money, buy pounds
Give the rest to my hounds, spend a fortune still bow
He's the reason I'm allowed to flow the only way I know
I often felt

Tonight
What we gone do
Is spend it all

Money, hoes and clothes yeah, thats all I really care about
Money and my family thats all I really care about

slime, my twizzy, my money (hey, hey, hey)
I don't give a fuck what you sayin'
I don't listen to it, I don't wanna hear 'bout none
In the whip, got two

I'm chasin' nothin' else but money
I'm a dream chaser and I
Had a dream 'bout money

I'm a project breakin' on PJ
And my PJ came out a PJ
Bitch she

always bout the music in my gad damn mind
I pray the money come in at the exact time oh no
For the money never gonn steal never do scamming so my niggas

asparagus (high end)
Seated by the sportsmen and the actors
Rip T.I. (my nigga), got the streets in my jeans like Levi's (I do)
I been out here since knee

Nèg yo pa kontan
Nèg yo voye Pye
Nèg yo voye dlo (Hen)
Come through by the back the door
Leave your brain at the front door
I'm bout my bread tankou

Yamborghini High

Juicy J

The RCA-List

2016

fake
No, we can't relate
Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
This is how it is, this is how we live
Bitches, bitches, bitches, bitches

Tool on my

traverse by the grace
We rejoice in the hopes
Patient in the tribulat'
Never worry bout a thing
Keep the prayer, supplicate
In everything, give thanks

ain't worried 'bout nobody, yeah
My lil youngin'll snatch the soul out him
That's my youngin
Wake up every day thinkin' 'bout cake
That's my youngin
If

by spittin real raps
Daydream that I'm stackin up the paper real fast
I'm thinkin bout the ways I can get some real cash
I really want the money man I

die by the gun (baow)
Ain't gotta cap 'bout the shit that I done
My nigga got bond and he went on the run (go)
Got my roof in the trunk and my trunk

grace and fame
Dem say no pain no gain
Mo ti sogbon dowo
Tori Mio fe ru po
Make my lifestyle con Dey ginger the broke

Too much money no Dey kill person

should with holes by my side
They're down to put the ride and do a homicide
Yeah, and it's all for the cash, the pussy, the money, homie just like that

make it dey enter 

No go put assunder



This life it no really balance 

Suh my brother make you calm down

Make you ease your mind no dey worry bout

head in the clouds
Clouds in my head
Got my head in the clouds
Walking on a cloud
Hey
How could you let this opportunity pass you by, pass you by, oh

ain't worried bout nothing
I'm sticking to the mother fucking budget
Getting to this money cuz I love it no stunting
Not even trying to rub it in your

B.B.W.W. x Fake Show

Tory Lanez

Memories Don't Die

2018

need know
Money singing in a C-Note like Do Re Mi Fa So La Ti Do
Did it for my niggas back home
In a fiend house, selling crack on a trap phone in

you put ya hands up if you feel me now
Big dawg NIGHA give a fuck bout em
AP on my wrist Ik they hurt bout it
Ion need a vest go to church bout it
Fuck

money money money that's all I say
That's why this song is called
Me friends dem ah tell me bout christmas cheer
Some ah dem ah drink rum some ah dem ah