Lyrics:
two-three phones, can't blow my jack
Can't change my speed, in the lane to the left
Tryna rap like me, but his ass sound deaf
Lil boy you not gang, fuck
A white haired women and a one eyed Jack
Mix me up a batch of that love flambeaux
I want a batch of that love flambeaux
I gave her half my money
She
on my side (Yeah yeah)
I got money on my mind
I got money on my mind
Eb3ye yiee oh
Menso meye yie oh
Ama atamfo ani ewu
Me pie pe na b3bia wu
Eb3ye yiee
exchanged her
Stay by my lonesome cause money gon change em
Turn a nigga to Za I guess Ima Dwayne Wade em
Ain't much changed still much of the same
And I
(Top Dawg, Money GANG)
Owwww, Dave, I see you, now see me
Look, I say I'm a millionaire
I'm a Top Dawg millia- no let
Me just come in unorthodox
I
marrow
She in love but I don't got a bow and arrow
I'm known to jack the
Booty like I'm sparrow
They ain't trying to see me in the battle
They lines is too
can't stack a dollar
We'll jack for a dollar
But we gon smoke that shit up
Niggas can't stack their money
(Don't nothin' move but the punch)
(You'll rob
Watch it! WAR-NING!
Aiyy yo, aiyy yo, aiyy yo, aiyy yo!
I had to figure out a way to touch 'em
Expose the money and hoes had to rush 'em
Six by nine
times my size out
The crowd loves me, so when I ain't around they ask for me,
I buckle up to kick rap like a crash dummy
For the fast money, I get
pensions
I don't need no Benz
3 stacks told me
That shit come with fake friends
First off
Shout out to my Ex's
Not being impressed by flexing
So I had
Right about now, Thugs-n-harmony is on a come up
So to all you bustas out there, beware
Stalkin' (gat fools), walkin' jack moves
[Krayzie]
Woke
NTRO:
My friend
God is not patial in love
Don't Doubt God
He's the father that wipes away tears
VERSE --1
Don't worry
Don't be angry
Orleans Parish Prison
Well, have you seen my darkhaired girl?
She was set on her love to a hungry world
They got her clothes anA the money she took
gone
I hope you know what you meant to me
Ella Wee
Love and we miss you
I'm getting misty eyed somebody give me a tissue
Wish I had one more day to hug
addicted to money like two fingers tapping on wherever there's a vein,
And believe me, yeah were proud, coz life is getting sicker by the day and therefore
chill now you punch
Larceny? All I see is a bunch of new punks
I'd have you lyin' to ya mother
Bringin' money e'ry day nigga
You ain't even have to pay
today,
Feel tomorrow like I feel today,
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away.
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her
tomorrow lak ah feel today
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her apron strings
'Twant for
today,
Feel tomorrow lak ah feel today,
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away.
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her
today,
Feel tomorrow like I feel today,
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away.
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her
rain. But money can't buy me no love. I can make it rain. But money can't get me no love. I can make it rain
But money can't get me no love. I can make it
Sake of dow wey you love me
Yeah yeah
Money don go shawty don go yh
Money don finish shawty don go yeah
Aden na wa y3 me saa saa saaaa
Money don go
enter your yard anything you get, by force we collect
AK47, M16 Mamprusi Line akwadaa killer (gagaga) forget
Fine boy no dey put money for pocket
We no
the vultures in a van and
I run the block (run)
Pull up in a drop (pull up)
Push up on my money (push up)
I'm in great shape dunny
I keep jacks jumping
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