Lyrics:
Trading places is that all you do
You leave no traces in the way you choose
You're always sayin' to me, "Baby be true"
It's now or never
I'm
outside
They be watchin when a nigga go by
Everybody want a piece of the pie
I got the Glock in case a bitch nigga try me
If he try me then he know I'ma
of cash can get a nigga bag
But that don't make you big and bad, just mean you rich and mad
Nigga, your pillow soft, so kill the boss talk
Me to you's
by any means, whether it's the bricks or the candies for cash
I can't be talking to feds, I got some secrets that can't leave the pad
I gotta stack it
the judge
I made miracles with that soda babe
Decibels with that yola babe
Cash Money in my projects, since a Juvenile
Like the Nolia baby
That quarter block
You can check my fit makin headlines
Just cash my check hit a goldmine
There'll never ever be a blur line
Shining this light on my city
I know you
thing
But what do you want when you hear me
Don't call me baby, I'm busy now watchin' the girl
You never watchin', you come back
Now I want the girl
gon' run it up, baby, then cash it out
Hoes tryna talk to me
Baby, girl, you know I'm only fuckin' with you
And then you really made me wanna fuckin'
This shit is forever
True the hell, you making noise boy
Haha
Want this cash and these hoes by the millions
(Millions)
We won't stop till we pop out
real, I'm makin' cash fo' sure
Stuntin' every chance I get because I had it poor
But every time I go to sleep I hear the devil at my door
And I'm
protectin' me
I might have went too far
Helpin' to contribute to makin' their job hard
Servin' fiends like these people ain't no kin to me
I can't
they get together it's just how we do
Together now forever forever true
All the things that I done in my lifetime
Two 9's by my waistline, lifeline
You
and she's down with The Roots crew, and she go by
The name of Miss Jill Scott
I want y'all to put y'all hands together
Uh, uh, say what? Give it up
Can't run from genetics, only hope to be the revolt
Fast cash and women with men with strong libido
Curses tamed by elderly hands, but will they be broke
Coach is just checking the roster
Baby its up and stucc
You think you could fucc with ah
Nigga who just got his money up
Staccn it makin it double up
Yeah. Melvin
She said Melvin pull me closer by your side I'm getting colder
I'm like baby you know I got you just like Music got my back yeah
I've
an M.C. rapper and nothin' else
I keep rhymin' and I do it by myself
Could you be like me? I rap my none stop rhymes
You will never hear pause when I say
Nightwatch, pad mark
Sparks spin a quake nuclear blast, heavy on the cash
Gimmie what it takes NOW!!
Chorus [U-God] 2x
RAGE ROCK ROLL FIGHT
BRAWL FALL
You asked me to help you?
How can I when you've kidnapped and stolen?
For all I know, even murdered
(By nightfall, we will have left your Earth)
Baby, you the one (One), all these niggas wanna fuck (Fuck)
I wanna make you mine 'cause I'm into makin' love (Yeah)
We can take slow 'cause I ain't in
True in this modern world, when two lovers get together
Chances of 'em ever makin' it to forever
Couldn't be better than two in a million hearts
me
Makin sure im there for you
And what I found
I know that is true
I just wanna be with you
Right fucking now
And forever
Every single day
I will
my crutch?
Holdin' me up, helpin' me out
Makin' sure that I stay in touch
Where do I sleep, who do I turn to?
When I be low on my cash
Who am
right now
I'm a hammer somewhere that I need me three banks
Off of music, I'm makin' this shit in my sleep
Runnin', runnin', runnin', I go
Runnin',
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