Lyrics:
be on my side?)
Why wouldn't this game have you on your knees?
Why wouldn't these 20's be on the V's?
(Why wouldn't this money make you want
leaned out you know
Our car screened out and if we ain't ridin 20s
We chrome 19ed out 84s got me shinin in the lane
We been ridin blades stop stealin our
leaned out you know
Our car screened out and if we ain't ridin 20s
We chrome 19ed out 84s got me shinin in the lane
We been ridin blades stop stealin our
the back door
Wit niggas who like playing Rambo!
Na I ain’t flexing no 20s lil nigga ain’t making no bankroll
I know that nigga 6 feet but still he can’t
got 100s 20s 50s this shit all up on the floor
Bitches throwing ass and titties tell her hold on shake it slow
Right cheek left cheek
Ok fuck it now do
McGrady
And i just wanna ball so hard
I gotta build thе A-team
Oh my goodness, i like 50, 20s
I feel like Chief Sosa by the
Way im in my 20s
They asked me
the shark in water[02:39.43]Stacking these 20s you stacking the quarters[02:41.11]Went to go pick up a bitch I made a play I forgot her sorry if that was yo
Wait, hold up, chill, what's that, son?
Damn nigga got fucked, shit, huh
By his back, watch nigga run
Seven the center of your eight point Sun
Aye I'm high up in the back I'm just tryna smack aye 20s in the front the 50s in the back
20s 50s 100s in this stack gon and do the math
Load
a one-25, on 25's
Them 20's on the five
My coochie rate sky rocketed
Look Ock I'm a pimp
That's why I popped ya chick
Sis' got the it, know she tryna' cop me
a one-25, on 25's
Them 20's on the five
My coochie rate sky rocketed
Look Ock I'm a pimp
That's why I popped ya chick
Sis' got the it, know she tryna' cop me
to yo kid[00:56.50]When brody askin you why is you poor (Woaoh)[00:58.16]Paying for shit you can barley afford[00:59.79]Cause you wasted your 20s
in vaults
Kinda crazy
My last bid was the shortest and she ain't wait for me
Spent half my 20s in prison and aged gracefully
For paper, you know we
treated like Coke and get capped up niggas
The only thing funny
Is y'all never seen big face money
Till them big face 20's
[Chorus 2x]
[Jay-Z]
face money
Till them big face 20s
[Chorus: x2]
Roc-a-fella shit
1999 (uh huh)
You about to witness a dynasty
(you are not ready) unlike no
crack
Ten motherfuckers in a one room shack
Chopping up ?? 20's and 50's to get my cash up
?? this fucking bitch to hold my mothafucking stash
I was 17 ridin in that Lexus on 20's
18 and 19 payin nothing over 20
And a thousand 8 grams divided by 4 is 2-52
If you know what that mean you
I'll miss
All the strings get stretched
All the wings get clipped, for the downfall
Switch it up damn my egos gone
In the middle of my 20's it could
funny
Is y'all never seen big face money
Till them big face 20s
Chorus 2x's
Jay-Z Talking:
Roc-a-fella shit
1999 (uh huh)
You about to witness
to side if you might get down
And to the man in the house, that got their doubts
It's alright, it's the 20s man, just hop right out
Now kiss me
Hold it
"Ooh, did you see him!"
So what your pocket's filled with 20s and 10s
You're gonna find out just how fast that ends
Cause one day you'll be drivin
prefer a cave man
Shoe box money and crumbled up 20's
I'll teach you about equity and real estate honey
For honey I will live be a father for the kids
I'll
[Hook]
They don't count by spokes no more, they counting by inches
Them ain't 20's on my ride, them 22's you jive bitches
Switching lane to lane,
Numbers up
Nigga Stop playin dem 20's
getcha hunnets up
It don't stop
Top shelf by the box
Grew some locs cause I got it locked
Big corporations is da ops
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