Lyrics:
(brrr)
Hold on lil bitch, which one you workin? (hold on)
I just spent a couple bands on that Birkin (money)
Don't ever front or touch [?] a surgeon
lobs
Call me, try to shoot you, bet I miss your ass in danger
Lil' clique gettin' into the chamber like the Long Ranger
Mr. Mr. Cop, I mean Mr. fuckin'
me like its tailor made
I can take on a war, nigga bombs-away
I been in the water fucking all the Marmalades
If you lookin for some money bitch my
quarter
For money matter run your Matter
See me they run my matter
If na money matter
Mr soft we no go quarter
Egho, kudi, owo money all I Need
Money
(uh huh)
Cash Money (Money)
All I talk is blue hunnids you don’t speak nothing (speak nothing)
Cash Money (Money)
You better go get you some lil
the butter baby
(I bring it smooth and hot)
What? What? What? What?
(Lil' Kim y'all what?)
[Lil' Kim]
Lil' Kim, Big Will give a damn how y'all feel
Hate, but
and pass this beat to Mr. Krabs quick
All about me money, I go so savage
I see it, I want it, I got to have it
Touch me first dollar and I saw madness
Money
I know they miss you
[Chorus]
It seems like everybody, everybody, everybody
Everybody forgotten about me
Will I ever, ever, ever! Be free?
some drama 'cause
We gotta show 'em what it's all about
[Verse Three: Mr. Shadow and Lil' Rob]
Here we come once again
Droppin' flames as we begin
I'll take lead (I'll take lead)
The cash and cream (cream)
It's all about the cash and the cream (cash and the cream)
Beast
She a lil', she a lil
you did not see this, sir.
Roosevelt: If it was important, I would have heard about it, Mr. Knox.
Knox: President Roosevelt, sir, I think you should
fuck Pac? We'll never know
Shit, she gon' lie about it anyway
And both of them niggas dead and gone
But fuck that shit, Pap the new Biggie
What I payed
know)
But I, I'm feelin' good about myself
So I, I splurge a lil' hell
You see the money and the
The cars and diamonds and you
You think it make me
know)
But I, I'm feelin' good about myself
So I, I splurge a lil' hell
You see the money and the
The cars and diamonds and you
You think it make me
I Stay on top Like an astronaut im up in space
Futuristic spittin I be steady on the money chase
I dress so spiffy all these fuckers call me Mr gates
boogie
Young Drummer Boy
Listen, aye
Aye I popped two pills wit the Duce
Lil bitch drink it up like its koolaid
Hell ya I need my money by da due date
want all of that
Who Am I Mr Man I'm just Soldier Mac
It's do or die looking forward never looking back
Who Am I Mr Man I'm just Soldier Mac
Here I stand
money)
It's a new day, so new money, fuck yesterday (Takeoff, soo)
Wake up, I think about gettin' me some money
I put on that shit and go get me some
ring call me Yao Ming
Ben Baller chain still cost 2 hunnid
With the cut down, fuck all that man I still want it (yeah)
That's like not getting money
Open up yours eyes, Mr. Intentional
Stuck in a system, that seeks to suck your blood
Held emotionally hostage, by what everybody does
Counting all
holla Lil Shade in this bitch
Let the bloods holla Mr. Chris in this bitch
So who else in this game do i have left to tell come at me
cuz all this shit
twelve years, I'ma tell y'all one lil' secret
It's some weird shit goin' on and some of these artists be here to police it
They be streamlinin' victims
brother, he be snappin' too
Got tired of fuckin' bitches by the one
When I can fuck 'bout two
Free lil' Blue, I got it from my nigga
Now I’m first to shoot
save that money
Rap game got it all wrong
We ain't 'bout to go and spend money just to flex on her
We ain't really got it like ya'll
I'm the type
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