Lyrics:
money like I'm May
Summer time its May
I think Its that May weather
Undefeated like Mayweather
Jigsaw is way better
Nike gloves straight leather
Teachers
don't want it, You gon' lose
I stay elevatin' like a soul
If don't give me mine
(If don't give me mine) shit a revelation
Killin' niggas by the genocide
Brown how a nigga dance
Bro keeping a stick
Like he playing with lance
You copping from me
Get my cash in advance
Girl I don't wanna fuck
I'm not into
the dude Ali
I got hooks for anybody throwing jabs at me
Make your face pay the price like the man Pacquiao
That shit hurt don’t it
No moments for opponents
karats each lobe (by the pair)
Private life, private jets 'round the globe (private life)
Hit a bitch, hit a lick with the 'cho (hey)
Walk it like I
you
But it don't hurt, it don't hurt like it used to
No it don't hurt, it don't hurt like it used to
I'm finally getting out back into the world
change, a ho loves the way I give
Baby mama steaks like a drug deal
Baby mama steaks like a drug deal
Ain't really mean to hurt you
Sorry it's gotta
why
I used your toothbrush to clean off the bathroom grought
Oh and sometimes in private, I really like to dress up as Shirley Temple and spank
Can I get thirty French fries please?
Check it out
I'm the sweet one like Dr. Pepper (Lil' sweet)
Spot that hoe like she a leopard (Disease)
That
+ (Wyclef Jean)]
It's been three years (AH!), livin this fast life
I think on it, I know one day I won't have life
People don't know me over
+ (Wyclef Jean)]
It's been three years (AH!), livin this fast life
I think on it, I know one day I won't have life
People don't know me over
Sometimes love can feel
Like the closest thing to heaven
Sometimes love can feel
Like you've been run over by a car, yes it can
It's
Yea, so we got this tune called "for women" right
Originally, it was by nina simone
She said it was inspired by, you know
Down south, in the south,
No, no, don't eat it no, no, don't eat it
No, no, don't eat it no, no, don't eat it
Dreamed I was an Eskimo
Frozen wind began to blow
Under my boots
Burning like a stove top, they love cooking from scratch
I love what the both of you have to offer
In fact, I love it so much
I don't love anything else
like this shit might work
But if it don't work then this shit might hurt
We made first and goal now we gotta convert
Gotta get a couple mill, then go for
Yo, Zdot on production
I don't even know what to say
Okay
Peng tings on my WhatsApp and my iPhone, too
The brown skinned girls and the white
getting burned
No more people getting hurt
But it's all just a lie cus the good mad still died
They still killed him
They still killed him
No they don't
The adventures of Miss Money Jane
Everybody's oldest girlfriend
Don't let that chick get inside your head
And play games with your mind (check it
Zander
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Don't ever get it confused
Always give credit where credit is due
Yeah
Don't ever get it confused
Always give credit where
Smoking like a narven huffing and puffing
Came from the Indonesia, Colombian or kaliman
Or it's by the welfare straight from the Taliban
Do you
Smoking like a narven huffing and puffing
Came from the Indonesia, Colombian or kaliman
Or it's by the welfare straight from the Taliban
Do you
leading by example, all them little nigga's on that trap wave
Jump of it's not gonna run
I don't care about how many doors you got on your car
No one
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
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