Lyrics:
'll kill ya, I'll chop ya up
Put ya inside the mattress like drug money nigga
Yeah, I done told you niggas
Nine or ten times stop fucking with me
I
'll kill ya, I'll chop ya up
Put ya inside the mattress like drug money nigga
Yeah, I done told you niggas
Nine or ten times stop fucking with me
I
Trying to stop my shine,
I get money, money is got
Ill cock my 9
Don't get outta line,
Money I got, money is got
I said don't get outta line
I I get
here, I don't feel the love
R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P we just killed the club
Took patron to the head almost killed a thug
I'm in a brand
To be some process in your progress or be the prevention
I just live my life and I don't stop grindin' until God tell me to
I get money, I ain't gotta
change)
If it ain't 'bout the money, I don't care (I don't care)
Put it up in the air where it's fair
I had to take a flight to get from here to over
quick to shoot it
So hit the switch, punk blew it, and bang the music
[Hook: P. Dot (The Reverend William Black)]
I don't care what it takes, we gon'
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
no TIP
Get money 'til I R.I.P (get it)
I can't fuck with CPD (CPD)
I'm sucka free, MTV (MTV)
Money, money-money, money-money (I get paid)
Money
the pit's nigga I send him 10
For stinking you go in that box
That's what I put D odor in (deodorant)
My white boyi said what y'all
Don't like them bars?
I
tried hard
For all the things that I wanted but my money was inadequate
Probably be killed by my cousins back in Africa
If they knew I risked my free
make them say uhh like fucking
Master p
I dont care top chair
That the masters seat
Bubbling bitch
Like my stomach is sick
Cause im ill
Trouble is
on a daily o
Sister no fit fuck with any brother wey dey hungry o
She say don't play with my money o
If I give you chop, make you no talk my p for radio
She no
no liquor
Do it right, ain't no need to reload
Dirty in the drum, I ain't talking chicken
Drums rude, lazy boy, don't run in streets
Spend some money
the P.O.P
The P.O.P
The power of pussy (uh)
The P.O.P
That's the P.O.P
The power of pussy
Don't be silly we really out here you know
I never bring my
my stove out the kitchen
Time to take them squares out I pull up stash spot my brother break the car down like it's a chop shop time to take them
[N.A.R.D. / Johnny P]
So I'll leave here mama I'll be there, ok
Cadillac (cadillac) pimpin... pimpin (escalade)
Do or Die Ridin through the cold
sika dont care
Y3p3 now yenp3 no later
(Aaaaaaarh)
Woksa y3 long
(Y3p3 Dw33t3, Yep3 Dw33t3)
(Y3p3 Dien ? Mese yep3 Dien? )
Ei Ama wokasa y3 long
(Y3p
You say you wanna square off, well, fuck it, square off (well, damn)
Choppa knock ya hair off, it turned ya bare off (brr)
I pray my haters get
Enjoy Enjoy-yoy-yoy
Chop my money I don’t care
Chop my money up oo yeah
[Verse 1]
Imma need one more drink
I take my shot when I’m feelin’ like this
the fuckin' compound
Chop chop, split 'em, laying his fuckin' ass down
Dead opps
Slaughter 'em and paint it red like it's Black Ops
Night vision on my head, I
Shit it's hard livin' the life I live
Gamblin' hustlin' takin' care of the kids
Can't stop now, my niggas doin' a bit
Get money son and invest that shit
baby do you got me for life
If I died right now would you die by my side
Are you like that (Like that)
Tell me your like that (Like that)
I don't know
'm running away with the game
It's 'cause I am, don't speculate, spectate
All I got is d- for days and insults for decades
But I get by my wicked ways, lady
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