Lyrics:
bigger out in Texas
When you cop it by the load
Well Its that champenge Cris sipper
Rollin on them vogues
Actin bad on them 4z
Diving deep off in you hoes
maybe (Maybe)
Fuck condom, baby (Baby)
Fuck money, Jay-Z (Jay-Z)
Fuck a joint, hazy (Hazy)
Fuck a three, Larry (Larry)
Fuck a whip, Mercedes (Mercedes)
the night
You gotta walk towards the light, everything is aight
Make sure, everything you endure stays tight
Big Shaq, Lord Tariq, Jay-Z outta sight
on 100, my wrist on froze
Money, cash, hoes that's all a nigga knows
I say money, cash
Hoes that's all a nigga knows
Gotta go to court tomorrow
And I'm
All I need is one mic, two 22's, three 80's
Four play five mama's of my babies
Six 100 Mercedes
Seven summers locking the game like Jay-Z
Eight
JAY-Z got notes like Mariah
Got no ones's got no fives's
My D notes are higher
I'm a D boy, they decoys
They money is lighter
Than Nicole Richie
(Z-Z-Z-Z-Z-Z, bedtime, bedtime, bedtime)
Bedtime (Z-Z-Z-Z-Z-Z, bedtime, bedtime, bedtime, ayy, ayy)
I put bitches to sleep with no NyQuill (uh-huh)
Knock her
Foes that want to make sure my casket's closed
Rap critics that say he's "Money, cash, hoes"
I'm from the hood, stupid, what type of facts are those?
Foes that want to make sure my casket's closed
Rap critics that say he's "Money Cash Hoes"
I'm from the hood, stupid, what type of facts are those?
If
cheddar to dough
Master P, Silkk the Shocker, Jay-Z
The rowdiest niggaz you know
[Chorus]
Get ya money dog
Get ya money y'all
Get ya money dog
Gina, Tommy
Pussy is a weapon and my hoes think I'm Simon
And Simon say go and get my motherfucking money
Young mula bitch, tell them hoes, take their
money
Even my mama know
I was a screw up but grew up fast
Motivated by the cash, blame it on my dad
To be it so, my pampers was a stash
My pops had
me to Jay-Z
I don't need niggas around me
Still me when I'm in deep
Quarter nine on a twenty ounce
I'm surprised that I ain't sleep
I ain't lyin'
Money, KD und Blanco sagt,
Fuck you, pay me, Jay-Z
Und die Pickaz schrein
Vu' Baby
Ich hab kein Cash auf der Bank, ich hab Cash auf der Hand
Unterm Bett in
all on me
I keep the bands on me
Like Jay Z let the song cry
Like Jay Z I let the song cry
And I stay on the grind all the time
I had the money on my
feat. Geda K, Jay-Z, Lil' Cease
[Into: (Memphis Bleek)]
Ya know, it's the... ROC (bounce)
Yea I see ya, let's go... drop one
Yeah, Yo, Yo..
rocks like Colorado
Waddle off the champagne
Cristals by the bottle
It's a damn shame what you're not though (me)
Slick like a gato, ya boy Jay-Z
My pops
shot and then we move
Took a trip right out to
Paris so I could
Kick it with the crew
Kanye, Jay-Z, YZ
We get the money get the loot
Need dolla, need
feat. Geda K, Jay-Z, Lil' Cease
[Into: (Memphis Bleek)]
Ya know, it's the... ROC (bounce)
Yea I see ya, let's go... drop one
Yeah, Yo, Yo..
gonna stay asleep
Yeah you know me homie I be feeling like Jay-Z
Cuz I got a fiancé
Yeah she be my Beyoncé
Yeah we don't play
Kinda like a broken ankle
know there's snakes in the grass
Can get hit with that RICO
I'm a hustler like Jay Z
And I'ma ball like Alpo
Money before these hoes
Kickin shit like
to fill up a truck dad
Treat your money like it's under your nose
You must stash enough cash for a rainy day
The forecast says
That it's partially cloudy
My
a seat and watch this flex, this flex
These are Hard times
A hard rhyme
The cash moneys flowing out
The smell of crime '
The raw stench of the divide
figures
Police drive by, I was click clacking triggers
Jay De Lucas put me with the fam to grow
I was a boss amongst white boys rocking the flow
I had
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