Lyrics:
and they're quite good. You know what, why don't you just record them? You could sing them. You could be the artist. There's something called Kickstarter that
striker, not a goal hanger
You'll soon see Leah on a stage show banner
Leah, this money's too good by the hour
And it pays by the minute, live PA, that's
miles beyond every single rap that you make
So y'all impressed by me? No y'all been blessed by me
And y'all can get up at my level when you've stressed
Oh yeah
I know you're sick and tired of waitin' on me, girl
But I'm, just tryin' to get my money right
So let some dumb nigga take a flight
So
If Cash Rules Everything Around Me
Guess I'm the cream
Dinero
Money making Mitch in this hustlers regime
A Go getter gotta get it that's by any means
under the mats, cracked wrapped in plastic
Triple beam, be -12, and seran wrap, money rubberband wrapped
Second album goes gold they can't stand that
and y'all can't buy a vowel
Who me? That's none of your concern
Like ashes in the urn, more money to burn
Damn my ass is firm, stay away from germs
Pussy
job
Yeah dog
And homie told me for the DJ
Every record on the album
Getting spins like its on replay
Ladies ride em camel back
I just wanna holla back
food for thoughts cuz by the time
I'm done with these beats you're gonna need Atkins
I could see your mouth watering
That's why I bought you a pack full
snitch
Hood nigga principles
Abide by it, live by it, die by it, nigga
Even when I'm finga fuckin' hoes
Finga on tha trigga diamonds in my crucifix
Feelin'
That's why y'all been waitin' so long
For my next album it's been year long
So when it hits it'll be strong
No more waitin' it's been too long
8 Track
a nigga, "Rah"
I sit your stupid ass down
Wherever on the side
Let a real nigga back in this bitch
Get it live off of that performance
Y'all might consider
(get back on Kelis)
Oh yeah Kalis, this is what I want you to do
Get on your knees, face me,
I got a milkshake for you and its tasty
Just like your
it expose friends, niggas hanging by a clothes pin
Fucked all up what pride did, need to cut out all that nonsense
Money the root of the evil, you
up above
If you coming at me just know that you getting bodied by singer named Truelove
I be so proud of me
You cannot talk to me,
Album of the year
but somehow I got by.
Creflo prayed, Mike Vick payed,
Bobby Brown strayed, Whitney lost weight.
Kimbo Slice on da pad when I write,
Dat may why
(Fuck all you hoes! Get a grip, motherfucker!)
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all
something and I got it covered
Somehow always rise above it
Why you think I got my head in the clouds on my last album cover?
The game is all mine and I'm
could box, that's why niggas opt to not
Money wide in my pocket mocking that awesome rock-made knot
I philosophize, social stylist, them shits so
I thank God for my children, all the cars all the women
We gangstas! And there ain't a day that by
A Hustlah! Don't look back and reflect on his
Ha ha, ha ha
Say ho, everybody say ho
Ba-buh-wayo
I said shake your soul like way back in the day-yo
Ba-buh-wayo, everybody say ho
Everybody say
a yawn mower
To finish up the final Jetta album to brawl over
Ironic that I'm done but when I drop this sh*t y'all over
Because this sh*t y'all under
Yo what's up guys welcome to the Nasy podcast
It is your host, King Squishy
And welcome to this lovely album we call "The Youngins"
So today I got
money, don't save hoes, save your life, yeah
3am in the morning, got you thinking bout your future, bro
Can't sleep, you know why
You're going through
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