Lyrics:
ain't fly enough for me
And you're too tight with your money
Cause you ain't ghetto enough for me
And you ain't hot enough for me
And you ain't fly
past, and she's mine now
Or I'm hers
It's hard to tell, it's been dark since I fell down
Now I'm taunted by time, I'm feeling old
And hell, I must be
flat
Know how to treat it, never take for granted, she got me trapped
[Chorus]
My money, money, money, my b**** is my money
Ohhh money you my honey
ain't fly enough for me
And you're too tight with your money
Cause you ain't ghetto enough for me
And you ain't hot enough for me
And you ain't fly
a prayer up to god I know the devil got the rope
Making movies with a foreign strike a pose she's my logo
Old money ballin hard jersey swapping with the logo
or better whenever I smoke
I see 'em doin' it, but I do the most
I'ma do for the bro 'fore I do it for a ho
All this money that's comin', I'll do it for
G.I.s dressed with automatic rifles and fully armed for battle, fanned out on maneuvers through the woods, backed up by a dozen Blackhawk attack
blow for me, I maestro, shit
That white whip sit
Like a slight wrist slit
Suicide shit, you can by shit if you write this shit
Nigga and right this
on my toes
I'm just the best there is
No contesting it
Show me the ropes
Or get hung by ya throat
If you know then you know
Imma take ya hoe
Leave
things from old heads from old head to the vets
For every action, a reaction, for every cause an effect, I learned lessons
Daily, these life lessons
Check
Niggas that did it, was sent by niggas we grew up with since 6 years old
Two brothers plotting for money, decided to send niggas
To kick niggas that grew
Once upon a time there lived an old miser man
By the name of Silas Stingy
He carried all his money in a little black box
Which was heavy
Once upon a time there lived an old miser man
By the name of Silas Stingy
He carried all his money in a little black box
Which was heavy
I got a rope (Uh)
Climbing the slope (Uh)
Shit'll get old (Uh)
Losin my hope (Uh)
Take an adventure up liberty creek
Pretty soon they be fucking
new money
Dem be old money dem be old money dem be old money
Dem be old money dem be old money
Make you no go fear for chitta o
The world is mine
(Give me a beat, Jay)
(Aus in the spot) hey
I got money for my wants and needs but (my wants and my needs)
On this road, shit get lonely, yeah
a real studio in LA so
I saved up money doing Sheetrocking
And I drove out with my
Girlfriend at the time i
Was only supposed to be there for six weeks i
Come on, bring it, come on, come on...
(Chorus)
Skrilla for rilla, money ain't a thang
Cables, links, ropes and chains
Skrilla for rilla, money
ended up being food for my soul.
Come and get yo' soul food, well, well.
Good old-fashioned soul food, alright.
Everythang is for free,
As good
to float
I been swimmin' downstream
Searchin' for the antidote
When it comes to money
The drip gets you soaked
I ain't gonna be the one that
still takin' rappin' for a joke
A passing hope or a phase with a rope
Sometimes I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MCs
I
I started feeling the pressure
So I need a little hope
I need to double the dutch
Like I started jumping rope
My body surrounded by water
I'm not
yellow-bellied
Son of Tricky Dicky's
Gonna Mother Hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocket full of hope
Money for dope
Money for rope, woo-hoo
No
yellow-bellied
Son of Tricky Dicky's
Gonna Mother Hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocket full of hope
Money for dope
Money for rope, woo-hoo
No
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