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do what i want and i do what i gotta' do
Wont chase after you
I love the money i do what i gotta' do
Dont play the victim lil' hoe, i am no fool
All i

son 
Na. Im in the interrogation room and they done pulled out a gun , see by the time I had got caught that lil ballistic was done
Shay got shot. With

Shorty come ride with me
I show you something
You've never seen
I need you lil' baby
None of the bitches
Can handle me
I'm trynna' get behind it baby

rubbered up

I gotta strap, 30 round clip and he road running
I been get to the money these hoes coming
So much act around me I might pour something
Yo bitch

designer
This shit by design
If I say I'm doing Gucci
Then I'm probably fine
We ain't swimming in money
But I'll take a dive
Hopping out the louie slides

me
For your head it's gone cost me
I don't care that's a couple hundred
For you to get to running
Keep that choppa bussin
Keep them niggas spinning

You Damn Right

Trick Daddy

Back by Thug Demand

2006

And them niggas on the corner every morning gettin' money,
Yes sir, and those who died by the gun, 
And now they dead and gone, 
I'm doin' this one for

How did you get here from there, Mr. Shepard?

If you look back, you can see

Which is the moment and where, Mr. Shepard?

1973-

I know our

Money comin' slow then mothafuckas get violent
I just want a crib and a coupe low mileage
Blowing on some dope with a yellow bone stallion
So high,

your brain on the floor, play you like ball

Get on your knees, snooze and you lose
 
Rule is a rule 

I'm a badman killer, gimme that cigar (gimme that

forgotten, they see the way I move
Mr. Tee, I'll never pity or play the fool
I'll forever be just a clever, gritty, and flagrant dude
My enemies get energy

Trap out the condo and keep you a ruger
Lil nigga savage he bussin ya noodle
Told that lil bitch its fish you know it.
Top of my list, get rich I

I ran up my money (Yeah, yeah)
I ran up my money ugh (Yay, yay)
I ran up my money (Yeah, yeah)
I ran up my money ugh (Yay, yay)
I ran up my money

the East
Chillin' in the westside, could
Dealin' with some stress, I'm good
I can hardly eat
Feel it in my chest, I should
I'm just tryna get lil' money
I

now,
Hit my lil baby and wear it out
This shirt a few Hunnit, riccardi 
I don’t give a fuck Ima wear it out 
If there’s hate in the room ima clear it out

Money Trees 
Is there a book to tell me how to plant the seeds?
Rent due 
Cash flow unsteady 
Debts adding up by the penny 

Letters coming 
Through

nigga who is you?
My locs on bright, baby look at me
She like how I talk, I get it from the p
Lil Jon did it, the party goin 'dumb
Put it in the air,

gettin' money then I'm fine with it
I could find a place to get it, give me five minutes
Except when I'm flexin' on that bitch, I took my time with it
Look,

you knocked off
I'm a money savage (DJ Lil Keem, what up?)
Couple racks'll get you knocked off
I'm a money savage
Racks'll get you knocked off
I

jolly you better get the money 

Jaye Jaye Jaye ooh Jaye 
Jaye Jaye give me the money I want to throway
Jaye Jaye Jaye ooh Jaye 
Jaye Jaye give me

maybe
Don't listen much 
To my mrs lately (no)
Convoy settings 
Still racing (zoom)
Counting this money 
Takes patience (yeah)
But for my niggas 
I

the yard on my feet(Stomp)
I get the money then I skate like a rink
She hanging on like wayne dreads every time I wanna leave(Woah)
Low rider big wheel let

go get it, 
Ain’t no other option.
You bitches roaches 
I’m gone get to stompin.
I’m with the action 
I don’t do no talking.
Beef on net 
Thats not

swept
Yeah, folding with the rollers, drop a name, get him sketched
Bitch, I'm Mrs put it on, look like I'm walkin' in the Met
Keep the convos real short,