Lyrics:
fucking insane
My jigga
We be balling
Am too fly, I cruise by
They recording
Feeling like 2pac in a Benz
So you can picture me rolling
All eyes on me
Keep
paid I'm feeling right today/
Said I need a hundred million dollars right away/
Bring that green, bring that lean, bring that sprite okay/
Why you
your caps peeled
You know see
Grab ya Glocks, when you see 2Pac
Call the cops, when you see 2Pac, uhh
Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish
Now ya
right, get it right, spit it right
[DMX]
Moves is made, n****s is paid - that's just how it is
When my time is up, I'm a be out, but I'm a try to live
)
Can't no one bend my cousin from the Peter Piper like the others
Latchin' on to when I caught the fame (a-one, two, a-one, two)
Pass the task to ask me
off to the good
Can't even say I didn't know you would
Make a little money, get it from the bro
Bring that shit back to the hood
Anytime you see me
our lives (right)
What do you bring to the table?
While I'm watching every nigga watching me closely
My shit is butter for the bread they wanna
that pain shit 'cause it's painful
Real niggas sitting at that table
Trill niggas, niggas should be grateful
I think the money changed me
As for me
why-O's time to see the hunger in me
And I see the same thing in niggas younger than me
Like they live, they ain't got a slice to give
In
the weakest nigga out the crew
I probably make more money off yo' album, than you
You see the respect I get every time I come through
Check your own videos,
the whole entire street up
Blast from the car seat-er
My enemies wouldn't even want to be you
I see you, hunting me down
I knowing that my crew arrive
Niggas die every time that choppa
Come out the closet and I pride myself
I'm getting money in the streets
I ride myself, I'm the one you gotta see
I bring
I ain't got no motherfuckin’ friends
That's why I fucked yo' bitch
You fat motherfucker!
(Take money) West Side, Bad Boy killas
(Take money) You know
baby
And you better bring your whole crew
We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up
Fuck out my face I can't talk to a bum
Get rich or die tryin' I feel like 2 quarters
Stackin' this money I feel like a hoarder
People they see me
to scorch
two women peepin me cause really I'm gone
In the zone they havin thoughts of freakin me
keepin me company bumpin me for the privacy I'm
they hustle for money
Monday to Sunday
Bring your problems and I'll bring my drugs
And we'll have a party, we'll have a good time
Well let me get
are the thing
Life has no meaning and money is king
Then he looked at me slowly and Hen had to grin
He said, man you out early, we thought you got
to our Mom
Unless she humiliated you, by your lack of success
Humiliated you, on every phone call
That's why I didn't call her but every two weeks
Yet you
and the crew
We got them bandz bandz, nigga we counting blues
We got them bandz bandz, racks on racks times 2
A 100 racks to blow but I never keep it on me
lovely, it's a shame about the price.
But you only live twice, that's on the real,
No matter where I am I'll always be the real deal.
[Chorus]
Put that money on your coofie like dandruff
Scotty 2 Hotty
Done put the lil' bitch on the molly, she fucked everybody (2 Hotty)
Shottys on bodies,
It's Rich Homie nigga
You know the voice nigga
Turn yo speakers up man ya feel me
I need all my sexy bitches
To get that mothafuckin money!
(Dat
gon' suck my dick, she gon' suck it too
She gon' fuck Omelly
And she gon' fuck the crew
Now she fuck with me
She don't fuck with you
And that's crazy
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