Lyrics:
My name is j followed in by the flow
It's Tok style baby don't act like you know
Three day bender that's how I roll
Consuming that liquor gimme gimme
Tecca Nina's drunk as hell at three in the morning
When ya snoring
I just hit the after spot without a
(Warning)
Pop it off, top it off
If you
Tecca Nina's drunk as hell at three in the morning
When ya snoring
I just hit the after spot without a
(Warning)
Pop it off, top it off
If you
want deep leave 'em behind
Aiyo
1-2-3-4-5-6-7
Blaze the hot trizack
Shine like heaven
7-6-5-4-3-2-1
Come on Mr. Smith come get some
My
learned how there’s too many things y’all be doing for money to just blow it all on some hunnies
My B’s find it funny
My C’s prolly walk all in front of ya
Don tell us how it really was when you was workin with daddy.
Well in 1950 I took a little nip
Along with Mr. Williams on the way to Mississipp'
and run up
You livin' good, go 'head and throw a one up
Scream out, blat-blat-blat-blatow, how ya like me now?
My nigga Funeral Fab told be back in '03
shit do it justice
Stand by while I bust this, you look like you does this
Come and rub my head girl, teach me how to Douglas
Do the money dance,
I’m bout my money you make these hoes ya girl or your misses
Either or she see me guaranteed she getting missin.. PEACE
She want this big n**** Not
Lui$ too thrill (R.S.)
Money sign ting'
Aye, baby girl, you be lookin' so fine
Say she finna party till the sun gon' rise
Say she hella bad, I could
money
Do not set trends they will not Respect you
Cap in ya raps they will not respect You
I got a 38 special
Please do not let that bullet select You
The Devil went down to hip hop and he
Was lookin' for another soul to snatch
And even though his bag was overflowin'
With rappers from the past
You
Welcome back, welcome back
Welcome back
Welcome back (Oh! Oh!)
Yeah man, how you doin' (Come on, come on, come on)
You good? I know you like
Sauce on a three piece
"Glizzy, why you ain't D.C.?"
Who said I ain't D.C.?
Fuck ya bitch to my CD
She let me record her like Mimi
A nigga playin',
I got 50 -11 Diamonds in my chain, my
Paint drippin' stupid in the lane, I
Hit the club make it hurricane, now
Girl pop that, pop that for ya
bo'sIt's like mike here passin by give yal a show
Shawty been hot cookin crack on the stove
I gotca bitch and ya wife in control so
I ont pay no mind to none
You're layin there, lookin at her photo in frame
And you're chirpin like a bird while you're singin her name
You call her every night, then you're off by
since you begging for that dick
You betta take it like a stick up
I get ya how I want ya
Ain't no telling where we'll end up
The top the only destination
the rocket launchin
Desert eagle
Blood oozin through his black dickies
Ya nigga say he's getting dizzy
The car seat's fuckin getting sticky
He leaned
probably burnin'
Turnin' in they grave
Some folks ain't even get to see a high age
But they did so I ain't afraid
And this money got me feelin like
I ain't afraid
And this money got me feelin' like a star
And this murder got me
Feelin' like my death ain't far
And the land and stolen cars
Don't
Baby stop all that trippin', you should just listen
Three words, my body different
So I'm lookin' through my memories, fallin' into jealousy
How can I
on you, never will
Shit gettin' hectic with the niggas that ya kill for
Money got me hesitant, what I got to live for?
All this fame gettin' terrible
slippin' down ya block
Funkin' out her hand, you wouldn't understand
[E-40]
Half money half heart, ain't nowhere to hide
Put yo shit in park, you know
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