Lyrics:
the night with me
Brand new money, I put it on
I been puttin' on
I can't leave her 'lone if
She don't make me rich
I had to get it by my 'lone
Call it what
around with my gig money
You want your head in a hole, or a hole in your head?
You better dig dummy!
E-C to the H-E, and nobody do it better, huh?
I'm
I'm Beyoncé
Got a couple million in the bank right now but I want my zeros beyond Jay
Counting money like Rothenberg, VC
Paid a price to be me
Ain't
I get my pocket tapped Goodz
Ya Grape is in the street 'cause
Like Suge my pockets fat Goodz
Ya squad not strapped Goodz
Them guys by ya side will
nigga let's pour up
My money just go up
Ahahahahahahahah
You know what I mean
That was the remix by the way
That we're bringin' Young Sorealist man
You
even if I gotta
Fuck, suck and swallow in the parking lot
Gonzales Park, I'm followed by a married man, a father of three
My titties bounce
rocking Versace
Eddie Ramierez's cousin George, and my old friend Sashi
Chris from the block, and all my niggaz stuck in a cell
Paul Wolfowitz, motherfucker
That she won tickets to see
The Chili Peppers play
On Ellis Island
And it was for the release
Of their new album
By the Way
And she won the tickets
By
ya money dance, get money
Get money then, get money
Do ya money dance, get money
She say she gettin' money that's what she in it for
Stacks of blue
that’s a light ten
If I don’t like you then you’ll know that
I don’t beg friend
Money talks in the passy’ of N4’s Mercedes
Couldn’t care about your
I got the candy paint sprayed by Eddie
And I'm ridin' on that glassy chrome, all courtesy of my hustle game,
Be a hustler's in my bloodline, I don't
me, by the end of the day I never give up that’s what stands for me
We going to the all the way to the top, we gonna win win
The money is on the line,
Yo, you Eddie check this out here...)
Why is it everytime I see your face
It's only when I got gas in my Chevy?
There's something strange about
Chicks curvy with tits perky,
No money no mercy,
You don't get a thousand words like Eddie Murphy
So if you owe me pay your debt
Those slaughter in
tryna live my life
Tryna get my money right
I just want you by my side
Everything gon' be alright
And I know you wanna be my wife
So put that ring on your
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
trying to end up in a tomb
I'm that nigga when I step up in the room
It's my car, you can tell by the zoom
All the dark in my life, nigga, move
All
and nothing, nothing came of it. Every album I ever worked on was shelved and the money wasn't even good. The money was terrible. I could've made more money
Russell Crowe
Zero, zero, zero, zero, a whole lot of Os
What you after, actor money?
You in line behind currency, yeah, you after money
Bulletproof
with this sheer gift, and so I'm here to share it
I swear it, fuck money, so go ahead and copy this album
Don't sell it, give it your friends for free,
I do keep it blood like a Piru
I'm in album mode
I'll try'n get every album sold
I'll compose hits like Al Capone
Down the road, no telling how it
up
Gotta love, living young
City boy, fuck it up fuck it up fuck it up
Money talks, buy it now
City boy, fuck it up fuck it up fuck it up
Urbanite,
imagine I be flyer than a falcon Swimmin' in some circles
R.I.P. to Malcolm
Feelin like a journal, not my second album
Patience is a virtue, get a better
thru hard times
Then it's right back to the money
Cuz I'm a money getting nigga
Pussy nigga looking at me with the side eye
Cuz I'm in that new foreign
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