Lyrics:
at Diddy in a Sean John sweatsuit
I felt ambushed by New York niggas
Live by the code, die by the code (it's still west side though)
Never been a hoe,
Nope
Ain't got the time today
Niggas be flodgin niggas be lying today
Need me the money I don't got the time to play
Ate me a Eddie I'm getting high
She don't know money so she callin' you rich
You ain't got game so you fall for the shit
Spend it all in this bitch 'til it's gone and she split
Now
out ya ass!
So find my album in the stores and look for the white steam
Rip it open, play it and yo' momma might scream
It's hard, other albums are
After they blow trial and that
Ass get sent up niggas in the pens gon hear
This and lose they mind
Come home possessed by the music
And use that nine i
a livin' he's a 'Lousiana
man Muskrat hides hangin' by the dozen,
even got a little bitty muskrat cousin Got 'em out
dryin' in the hot hot sun,
tomorrow
You don’t ever wanna see the money fall
They just wanna get my back against the wall
I was busy tripping I was fucking lost
Thought I was
hides hangin' by the dozen,
Even got a little bitty muskrat cousin
Got 'em out dryin' in the hot hot sun,
Tomorrow Poppa's gone turn em into money
Beep
Hey hey hey
(I'm) Posted in the slums and I got it on me
We can't be lackin in the life of Tony
Rags to the riches the humma the money
Trap out
you got's to be real
If you hangin' in that third, you best's be out to kill
'cause we walk by, fight by, drive by to
Hang a forty five and a ap medal
seven or six trey
Once y doce, trece, express way
We like to tip out, dip out with the clika
Then stop by Eddie's to get the liquor (ey)
I got it now,
republican, tote a MAC in the public and
Act so southern, die for my brethren
Money, money, money, like Money Mackin' Publishing
One life to live, never ask
the most Lalaloopsies by far
In Bloxburg hit you with my car
Eddie Munch on the train
Steve on the train
McDonalds on the train
We're on the train
Gee-lie
They want the album
I’m taking my time
Payin’ my dues
You payin’ dem fines
Word to billie eilish you rappers lying
Boxed in ya’ll been moving like
mini, money, mini, mini
It ain't all about the money
When I was hustler, two dogs by my side plus a black pistola
Loud MCs, feel the silencer
Y'all still
in music
Over the last decade
WEST: I wasn't even nominated for Best
Album this year this year
I only got two nominations
By the Grammys: for
Best Rap
all foreign
The game is mine I'm so far in I'm speaking with an accent
Just cartwin, can't even relax in my room,
That brown paper bag money push my
slugs up on my gums
Before I'm recognised by the who's who on the up
Show me that I'm really the gold you found in the dust
Show me your heartbeat
Show me
it bump
Check the stars out when I ride, dodgin' potholes with these tires
Hogging lanes, swang and bang in a 'Stang so let me by
'Cause I got
You can’t short me out my money
I want all of that
Post up in them trenches where them
Killers and them robbers at
When I press that button, ain’t no
Alright parents go head tuck the kids in, PG time is over
This goes out to all the macks in the industry
Huh, alright roll the tape
(Yo, rest day
out ya ass!
So find my album in the stores and look for the white steam
Rip it open, play it and yo' momma might scream
It's hard, other albums are
Bag money all on timbs, and that bad bitch is all on him
'Cause the cars that he drives are all foreign
The game is mine I'm so far in I'm speaking
of my shoes
They too timid to even make it a single minute
I was molded by the pain
Shit, I'm Bane, I was raised in it
You and me are not the same
I was
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