Lyrics:
Method Man being chased by thirty Methodists
Seven day adventist tempt this and try to prevent this
So I curse like the Motto leaving them
A hat is the last line of defense between the black man and the weather
"Where's my hat?"
It's a fact that the white man wants to keep you bald
Tuna-in-a-sock Gang look-
Gang, Gang, Gang, Gang! Aye!-
You know how we holding dis' shit down
Got shit "locked and boxed"
Where are you lot
Like what wing are you
my jewelry is so bright
That the chain light up the club, call it a strobe light
Love to hate me but hate to love me
Face it dummy, I'm makin' money
Lil' homie want
(Lil' homie want it)
Hey, Two Feet came by
Lil' homie want all the money (all the money)
Lil' homie want it all (Lil' homie want
soon as they mention my name
Man imma rock star but i ain't clouded by fame
I just wanna take your lady out for drinks and thangs
Upper Eastside living
????Take ah Northside bitch witchu ona drill
????She gone bust that nickel and she got that wheel
????All the real niggas love ha dis bitch hood as hell
Girl you murder everyone
Your love is a killer
Your love is a killer, heyy
Look at you
Somebody call the popo,popo
Cause the way that she is
there's a lump in my pants
And when I hit the club they call me the money man
I hit the V.I.P that when I spend a couple grand
Then I walk on the floor
gutter loans, get her sprung from wetter tongues
Body bangin' like a whole set of drums
Damn, wit time flat, spit my game
Drop a quarter by her nice
Aye
Yea I'm back at it man
You hear me
Pressure
Nigga
Back on my 2020 shit
You hear me
Niggas ain't paying attention though
Pressure, what you lil
Straight to the bag
I ain’t hesitant
New bag who dis
I don’t know
I was destined for this
I told you
Get rich homie
I’m supposed to
Get rich in this music
My
like dat
I talk like dat
Cause I talk like dat
I walk like this cause there?s a lump in my pants
And when I hit the club they call me the money man
I
Niggas mad, niggas hatin' shit man
I got now money day
Bitches screenshot dis shit
Fucking donkey with
I mean every bitch anyway
Yeah, let me speak
Just don’t get fucked along the way
Uh, came up in the game like the six man
Bag on me, bitch yellow like the Simpsons
Her last nigga had a shot, but he
VERSE
Right out the got damn gate w a new flow,
New hoe,
Catch and bag new hoes,
Doubléd one that’s a duo,
Deux multiplié par trois et dis
the world through my stare, Glock 10 baby tucked by my underwear, hopped in early look bit*h I'm still here, windows up tacked even if the whip rare, I know
came into my world
I want to own you
Maraming dumating pero di ko pinipili
Sayo ko lang naramdaman ang tunay na init
Grab you by the hand
Call me your
slowly fade away, ah ha
Well, I man a say, hear me now nuh Romain
Nuff a dem nah go like dah tune yah
Why, badmind stuck inna dem head like a tuma
territory
Let a missed call if you need delivery
Till the dancehall man a Bring the remedy
Connexion, fullTime reggae back ground
Big dreams require
top you told me that you had a man
But we can talk but that's as far as it go and I said I understand
Even though I wanted you and you knew
I was
I say you are, you are, are
You are, you are, areare
What's a God to a queen
And what is a facade to a dream
When all I really gotta do is stick
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