Lyrics:
money (money)
Money that looks funny but never no fake money
Make money, money, but please don't waste money
We don't love money but we don't
science here
Its that real live gettin' money shit motherfuckers
Eightball and MJG nuff love Busta Ryhmes Flipmode squad
Yeah we doin' this shit like
do life
I advise you to stop; yo' money don't buy you stripes
Only thing that money brings is fake niggaz and problems
Followed by niggaz who hate fake
away from me ho because the crew can't stand them vapors
Take her, break her, to whip that funky bitch
Talkin' that shit about this
Man you'll get
the world revolves around money
That's right, money
Don't be deceived by trashy lies
The grand illusion of flashing lights
Open your third eye, expand your
might just stop by your daddy's
Roll around in Pikachu, throw that window down
Pack a big ol' fatty bowl, shit me smokin' now
Throw it into drive and hit
as spooked as that by the sound
Fuck it with Saddam I'll bring a new saigon
Ain't nothing changed pe we be the same crew boy
Yeah that's right nine eight
me
CREAM, get the money
Dolla dolla bill y'all, y'all
Of course all the hardcore heads
This one goes out to you
Crank up the volume one time
Peace
young lady
Back to the way I live daily
Had bare dough but that didn't change me
Plus I got a daughter
Newborn child but her name ain't Amy
I ain't got
weed
Skunk with no seeds! - A sip of Hennessy.
Pass to D! - Or maybe movin' solo!
Never with a skeezer by my side, that's a no-no.
Tell me I ain't
Standing tall yeah im locked with the OGs, real money hunters, getting to it by any means (standing on business)
For my 2 boys and my girl, I live n
a geyser, time only makes me wiser
Paraphenalia, and material, makes the crew imperial
I put the fear in you, sippin beer with two
Handlin business properly,
give it up for him, y'all
Uh, a- never been as broke as me, I like that
When I was young I had two pair of Lee's, besides that
The pin stripes
world kilos, gold ropes and
West coast link that fuck with flights
To bring the smoke in
Bitch from the Ivory Coast is cool
To bring the dope in
Serving
, can't use dem food stamps
Other crews like to sample and mix
But our crew, we just play that shit
Live, drums, bass, keys
Niggas don't like it, you
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
left us
Well he's gone and life goes on, you know
We had a crew, but one by one we go
Memories of his face that was full of joy
Rock-a, Rock-a bye,
to ban the sale of Miami rap group
The 2 Live Crew's double-platinum album, "Nasty As They Wanna Be," in Broward County
We think it's the banning
Now tell me do you see
Life's so hard on a nigga when you livin' like a G
[Repeat 2X]
Daz in this motherfucker
Alright bwoy, drop that shit
Now tell me do you see
Life's so hard on a nigga when you livin' like a G
[Repeat 2X]
Daz in this motherfucker
Alright bwoy, drop that shit
through, with the thirty-two of brew
Niggas better make way for the Alkaholik crew
Make room for the crew with beats that thump
Make room for the crew
through, with the thirty-two of brew
Niggas better make way for the Alkaholik crew
Make room for the crew with beats that thump
Make room for the crew
You ain't so gansta
You run with your crew
What
You run with your crew
Me I'm a hustla
Connected like glue
Yeah
I thought that you knew
Money
just bring them 2
Bring them by the 2
Bring them by the 3
Ion even care that’s just all i know
Ok stop
Bring it back before i even hop
F****** with these
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