Lyrics:
that money, rock a nigga if he get out of line
Put two in his spine, a nigga just lookin for crime
Heat it up, squeezin off for even lookin at mine
location west coast by the pacific where the hinas look exquiset
and it gets so explicit and i'm with
Simon!
I like the way you dance ma
how you fit them
Money Man Money Man
Money Man Money Man Money Man
Money Man Money Man Money Man
How are you get like that
(Uh Aye)
Baby let tap that
(Booty)
Girl I love
Money man
Money man
Money man
I gotta get to the money man
Money man
Money man
I got that shit that won't fit in a rubberband
Money man
Money man
my nigga you get it, it had us
How you a goat, when you never been vetted
By people that's actually making a difference
Don't ever compare me with none
(turn the lights off and all you see is sparks)
I was-I was-I was raised in this shit
Get paid by the fifth
Get sprayed in yo whip
My blade in yo ribs
I
You getting money but money aint nuttin to blow
How you my friend but you talkin with opps, you a foe on the low and you gotta get smoked
I had some
now
Work for the money, money, put it down now
26's got me big, big wheelin'
Money over ****, I'ma get me a million
Thangs done changed, I'm
It's Rich Homie nigga
You know the voice nigga
Turn yo speakers up man ya feel me
I need all my sexy bitches
To get that mothafuckin money!
(Dat
blew the money, she died soon after that, worked her whole life to get paid
That's cool, karma as a bitch, now Gregory 50 plus, living with full blown
I got my mind on my money, and I'm not goin' away
So keep on gettin' your paper
For real yeah ain't never had to tell me get this bread
Holiday
Bitch, I'm Gucci Mane, you heard that I go coco-loco
So much money that my pitbull got a diamond choker
I'm on a yacht, me and my plug, and yeah, we
three-hundred dollars to get my pitbull an abortion
Some bitch asked for my autograph
I called her a whore, spit beer in her face and laughed
I drop bombs like
whatcha get it for
Its like rain when the money pour
hey a pitbull terrier carries in the area
And he really ain't sharin ya
I keep it dark as darth vader
rapper who act like an anus
Hollywood, they thought they could tame this
Pit-bull, but I know what the game is
Them fuckers cheat like an NBA ref
If
Get the money, get the money
Count it up, nah, it ain't funny
Get the money, get the money
B. Wells said these bars are kinda funny
Get the money
confess where you keeping all the money, mister
At the work she see a hearse
But at the best he just will pistol whip ya
Get to see you child and live
Yeah, like that
Okay, yeah
Say bro, (yeah) where you get them from?
Detroit? (Yeah) that machine gun, spray boy
And it's gon' hit some
New
Suicidal shit get your wrist slit
Kill yourself
They don’t rep they city like we rep ours
Around here blood splatter for money respect power
All these
circle
Turn around and then use it to cut you
Oh you a UFC fighter? (Word)
Let's see if you could be a Uzi survivor
I'ma shoot on arrival
Get money
block though where my niggas ain't scholars
We [?] in the same exact [?] as our fathers
You know, get a job, get dollars, a whip with low mileage
Put
the joke
Let's get serious and go for broke
You still got a lock on my jock like a pitbull
Victor before you pull it off you thought Mr. Pitiful
Here's some
the homies, that's on me
24/7, Kendrick reppin' these cold streets
Don't we live by it, die by it, then reincarnate
And if Game told me, "Drive by it," I
it once then by gone
Sprayed the bitch w Lysol (yeah)
I'm gon get sum money
Go get sum money (on God)
I'm gon get sum money (yeah)
Get you sum money
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