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pussy cus these niggas know where I be
Give em face shots they only found em cus his ID
Strech a nigga
Get em gone
Blicky black dis aint da chrome
Nigga

Say goodnight say goodnight
What a night my bitch right
I pull up by midnight
Have my money counted right
Say goodnight say goodnight
I been high

go down they say gotta understand
Homie gotta feed the fam didn't know you know now

I get money spend money I be on my thang (Really on it)
Bet it

drifting
Then I go make a mix
For that bread selling Jiffy
My connect a bitch, I want more packs
He say he'll get me
He lucky i'oon fuckin rob'em but I'll

alive
Put em up, HI-FIVE!
Everybody get in line for another round
Moneys gone, sun is up
Drop a tip inside the cup
Next week we'll be back for another

What?
Suu
These niggas playin' with me
The Microphone, The One
Lust Lust
I told em' let's get it
I told em' let's get sum
Let's go
Put it work in

Can I Get A...

Dwight Sills

Def Jazz

2005

of p'rada, alize and vodka
Late nights, candlelight, then I tear the cock up
Get it up I put it down erytime it pop up, huh
I got to snap em, let it loose,

money and feed yo people 
Go tell em go get them a plate 

Ima make sure you straight 
Ima make sure you straight 
(I'm gone make sure we straight

(be ready)
Bitch, this money cute, fuck your face
Get out if I can't fuck your face
I ain't come to play, I'm goin' dumb every time I touch that

Ok, let me clear a couple things up for you
And it might get weird
I know how this sounds
But we are not gospel rappers
We don't do Christian hip-hop

they run
Give em’ some
A man what I become
Countin’ money I thumb
Count it up get sum
In my pockets it’s lumps
Her mouth where I cum
When them niggas

they run
Give em’ some
A man what I become
Countin’ money I thumb
Count it up get sum
In my pockets it’s lumps
Her mouth where I cum
When them niggas

wit a hunnit round
Watch how you play it, you might get a couple rounds
Had to spin back around and go hunt 'em down
They know that I don't play imma

a check, I don't stress (tell 'em), nah
I let my money work out, both legs
Take a sip of water, do some more sets (yay)
You're rockin' with the new

rats 
Go get you some money and never hold back then you stand in they chest til they know it's a fact
Rocking Gucci and Dior and Prada that's cool but I

Hoes

Too Short

Shorty the Pimp

1992

you say
If a hoe wants to fuck you, she gots to pay
Keep the bitch broke and control the world
'Cause when hoes get rich, they call 'em "call girls"

a friend, wait
You can tell em', I stay green like Willy
Skrilla for rilla, my nigga, tell me can you feel me?

(Chorus)
Skrilla for rilla, money ain't

American Dream

Young Jeezy

Pressure

2017

(yeah) (dream baby)
Uh, uh, yeah, let's go

I just want a big ol' bag of money when I see my jeweler (yeah)
Get a hard-on when I'm countin' up that

New York, New York

Grandmaster Flash & the Furious Five

The Best of Sugar Hill

1995

of people, marching up the avenue 
Doin? what they gotta do, just to get by 
I'm living in the land of plenty and many 
But I'm damn sure poor and I don't

Bob Your Head

Run-D.M.C.

Back from Hell

1990

head "Ruff, ruff an' rugged we comin'"
Ah just a bob ya head	

Well I believe you weave and bob the job is done
By Run so come get some for fun
Keep

money instead of poppin out
We don't do no talkin, mhn we chalk em out
She not with the small talk, nah nah just take it out
If a nigga sneak dissin my

the kid 
Every day I do it big 
Designer on me in the crib 
Money in the fridge 
We be eaten by sreak and ribs 
OG gas nothing mid 
Get it how you live

Ridin blowin loud
Don't get mad ur sht mild/
Manne, It's time to turn up
b*tches reaching for da dial/
n*gga how u like me now
Gettin money by

Guess I'm poison to rappers, front on me
Get bent backwards
Stomping on em' like a Kappa
Cap and gown, graduated with my Masters
So where do I go now