Lyrics:
(nope)
I make my hoes stop and let the dough keep movin' (let's go)
A bitch over some money is a hungry nuisance (let's go)
It's money over bitches that
(nope)
I make my hoes stop and let the dough keep movin' (let's go)
A bitch over some money is a hungry nuisance (let's go)
It's money over bitches that
chitchat
Over what my album's trying to get at
You got a punchline down pat
But missed the poem in the format
I'm no Doja, I'm hellcat
The new Manson
track of the album “Cantigas de Maio” (May Songs), that debuted in Santiago de Compostela (capital of Galiza) in May 10th, 1972.
Outlawed by the Fascist
Ladies and gentlemen
This here is another one for the steppers
DJ Wayne Williams put the record on
Whoa oh whoa oh whoa oh whoa yeah
Whoa yeah
Ladies and gentlemen
This here is another one for the steppers
DJ Wayne Williams put the record on
Whoa oh whoa oh whoa oh whoa yeah
Whoa yeah
It’s return of the Mack, like it’s 1996
I like the riches over rags
I might move to the ritz
My main bitches is my side hoes
Kick em all out through
me (huh?)
Still can't cover up the fact
Your last four albums is as bad as your selfie
Now tell me, what do you stand for? (what?)
I know you can't
look-a-there, the honey
The ooo-wee
Baby, way over there by the apple tree
I love, yo' lovely little apple
I think yo' apple is awful fine
So crazy about yo'
Money's on my mind over every fucking thing
Money's on my mind over every fucking thing
all I need is cash cash cash all i need is
Money's on my mind
and rappin' on beats (Ay that's what i'm doing right now)
This album took me like a month to make (Aah a little bit over)
I can easily make a beat in an hour
Adam in check?
And if so, you gotta expect to sip juice
From the forbidden fruit and get loose
Cole is the king, most definite
My little black book
Ladies and gentlemen
This here is another one for the steppers
DJ Wayne Williams put the record on
Whoa oh whoa oh whoa oh whoa yeah
Whoa yeah
real world is, only a dream
I love you cat
I love you too
Jour body moved slow and your brain did too
Your mind was wrecked by drugs
I'm glad I don't
Back in 2007 when Drake was up next
It was just me and Tiana my strawberry 23 she left me over text
Since then walked in buildings step on toes
and started fighting over who's first
Then Drake walked in with his woes and said "Yo, I need a verse"
I wrote songs for so many artists I woke up with a fever
those gangsters
I'm allergic to those bullets
They say Sho be a rapper or a hooper
In Golden State, I'm a warrior surrounded by those shooters
Dad
got a man
But when that's over, then I'm first in line
And the other day in her Maybach
I thought, "Goddamn, this is the perfect time"
We had just
Dick F. Ucker: Hello, this is Richard F. Ucker with breaking news for our viewers around the world. Spot-If-I has announced that beginning in early
Mini Producer
I'll be there about five
Oouu
Swing by(swing by)
I'm outside(I'm outside)
Let's ride(let's ride)
I'll be there about five(oouu)
Swing
recorded for the album
Thus, making the album done in terms of recording
So, this is a filler song to hold you over until we edit, mix, and master the album
drop by next month
Can't wait to see your face when that day comes
And right then we gone throw a rager
Party on the moon call me Mr. Rager
I'm ona
I select
Can be a higher threat then a man in a private jet
Flyin by ya set goin dumb fast,
Since Pun passed I ain't found an MC to admire yet
My
depressed, lads,
Maybe because they're Celts
For Drake is going West, lads,
And so is everyone else.
Hurray, hurray, hurray!
Misery's here to stay.
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