Lyrics:
and the riches dat it brang... living by the book get you slain like in da book... Cause ain't no such thing as halfway crooks... dats how it go down Kenna bruh
the medicine
Swinging dat ass all the way to the melody
Had an epiphany if I keep throwing these
100s and 50s say would you leave with me
Come take a ride with
loving, is the size of my shoe
And that's the new size that'll hold you, let your shit come through
See one deep I'm whooping clicks, gangs
With my 50
loving, is the size of my shoe
And that's the new size that'll hold you, let your shit come through
See one deep I'm whooping clicks, gangs
With my 50
got a bag of that this mornin
Know I'm livin' good all them dog hoes on me
Good dope sells all over my phone
Know I'm finna keep it gangsta all over
I no some niggaz want me dead
But I'm a killer by myself
Want play no games
I up this fire
This a bitch a burn you
While she twerking
Stack it up
to the ash, these niggas ain't gangsta they breaking like glass
How you capping on snap but in real life run fast, these niggas is praying I'm balling cant
Fuck a co-sign bitch I'm co-signed by the trenches
Real ties in this shit
Bitch don't even touch that blick if you ain't drummin'
I kill for you, you
a good connect for you, okay, okay
(50 Cent)
Look bitch he can't treat you the way I do
Now lay back, Maybach '62, okay, okay
I got a bunch of paper I
it hot up in da kitchen
Water whipping
Penny pinching to big business
Sippin Henny
Henny thang goes
Henny many miny moe
50 60 maine
Ship'em in by da
die trying
By any means like 50 Cent
Try to rob me he a idiot
Smoke a big nigga on some skinny shit
Hop out the car or stay in that bitch
Either way do
Trailers for sale or rent
Rooms to let, fifty cents.
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah, but, two hours of pushin' broom
bitch I ain’t even friendly
This ain’t Curtis Jackson but that clip is holding more then 50
In the name of Dre Bitch you Gone lay if you go against me
And against all odds
Get da fuck outta dodge
But I'm a nigga wit records dat da state can't file
Young, blind, and wild
An uncontrollable child in da ghetto
But
Money Baby
By: Luvinnia Flowers
Yeahhhhh
Itspunkinbitch
Cuz I want that Money, money, money, money, money, money Baby
I just want that money,
da fetti keep addin
Nigga keep talkin bitch u betta at me
50cent to a dollar we started off little
Horny off porn to givin out pickle
Six flags
Tell me how I ain't the shyt mount up candy paint my whip
Dolce kicks & biker Fits Take a picture freeze my drip
Niggas talk dat gangsta shyt oh yea we
my life
In the CPT
I said my life , my life , my life
Hoo-Bangin gangstas
Check it out
[ VERSE 3 ]
In the 6-6-6 5-0 Trey or Deuce
Real G's draggin it
was hood
But them rappers don't live there they live in Hollywood
Oh surrounded by security and police
But you claim gangsta bullshit pussy nigga
(I can't go on this way)
Came too far and I ain't going backwardds for nothing
I ain't being distracted by nothing
Midget-size to Dikembe, I ain't
home
Scared ass niggas, you think they going take a life so they can get life (nope)
Ask Puff they ain't trying to hear that nigga
For no cake,
[Chorus:]
I'm hot nigga, it's my turn I wouldn't touch me 'cause my hand might burn
I'm cold you already know you can go by wat you heard
Trailer for sale or rent, rooms to let fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah but two hours of pushin' broom
Buys
Ply me wit
Until
He D.I.E
Laugh & See
I Let it fly
Like veeze
I ain't worried
bout dese niggahs
So don't ask
bout me
I crop Ah
Bitch out
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