Lyrics:
the money!)
If you want to go and get high with me
Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-E
Oh why must I feel this way? (Hey, must be the money!)
In
bredda bun
Yeah, Nicki bring it come, you
Fi gimme mi son, gyal
She seh di man give har everything she own
Di car, di home
Di cellular phone but weh she
other man
All i'm thinkin bout is ends and a tight benz
But it's right there
hook
Ooooh na na na na na na
Nobody's Home Nobody's Home
(x4)
My four
you home
And I hope that you submissive cause I like to take control like
If you want it
Let's do it
Ride it
My pony
My Saddle
Waitin
Come and
Jump
and I'll come and snatch dat
Always up for the cash ain't no sit backs
Big body Benz and it came in all black
Let the rimz chrome man dat shit will contrast
diet oh
Monica, come home to me, yea come home to me my dear
Make a little money, leave a little on the dresser
Make a little money, leave a little
pulled up and I hopped out a benz
I'm worried bout money ain't worried bout friends
People come and people go like the wind
Wassup with these niggas dawg I
gender
And somehow come together to find
Solutions for a broken planet
We have the resources as a
Civilization to find a utopia
But we’re led by the most
tried to play me i fucked her friend
Cut my friends off they just want some ends
Did me a lex now i want a benz
Did me a redbone now chocolate Bitch my
sippin on her vino
Oooh baby won't you come to my house, let me put it down
Pop the clutch in the six speed Mercedes Benz yeah, and we finna peel out
the money!)
If you want to go and get high with me
Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-E
Oh why must I feel this way? (Hey, must be the money!)
In the club
the gym
Hit my free throws
And some drills by myself
Keep my head up my eyes stay on the rim
On the way home go and gas up the Benz
Take a hot shower when
in a month, pockets [?]
Ferrari still by the project building
[?] I'll, they come out with Uzis and wheels
[?] beef and too much dough
The legion,
the money!)
If you want to go and get high with me
Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-E
Oh why must I feel this way? (Hey, must be the money!)
In the club
likle gyal inna mi yard ah come fi back it up
Have a baby all mi fault
Stack it up we living fun
Buy a benz then baby come
Long money get mi home
Money
nigga's dead
Come get revenge
We getting money
We ridin in the benz
We drive cars
We fuck your hoes
We taking charge
We gettin dough
Yall niggas pussy
We
of the year
Them hoes can't come
Go hard or go home
I'm turnt up in the 'Go zone
City of the year
Ay, born in the middle of the West
Lil' nigga, living
necks we pressing them
Wit 40 Smiths we wetting them
Benz done got a bed in them
That shit be bouncing everywhere
Talking to my gang n'em
I'll gat you
a trend, I’m playing for takes and I’m taking to keep
My side of Dallas all they know is jugg, everybody’s cut throat when it comes to bands
Post by
combination, but start a conversation with 2 girls, looked Jamaican
Trynna take ‘em back home, but they
Was takin’ mad long
Thank God cause outside someone got
No expiration date on Karma niggaz
Go broke when da feds come
You a big shot getting packs fronted Locked up wit no lawyer fees
Now you calling home
for the money two is for my niggaz who jack
Niggaz ain't takin that shit no mo' they got big Benz and Cadillac
My gat is in my lap, so whatchu wanna
Come home with me, ya I know you really wanna
I worked so hard and I got it from my momma
In the 6-1-7 just got home from Bahamas
Brand new flex
(Hook)
[Man] Pimpin is a alive, these niggas just jive
[Man] I've been stackin and mackin since '75
[Man] When I come through in the Benz hoes tell
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