Lyrics:
to the old times, can't go back to the old times
Can't go back to the old times, no can't go back to the old times
Is you gon' stay for the whole time?
Is you
nothing
Money, money, money, money
They pray for easy money
Everybody want some money
To spend it all on dope shit
Showing ruby rings and Ferraris to see
wit the GOAT
For my people I'm really the hope
I'm a star and they grab on the rope
Put a 8th in a wood and I toke yea
Oh you made me a menace you left
old's drinking 40's with clouds
Drunk fool walked by with his wallet and key
They took it all and left them in his BVD's
To much and 2 Dope got booming
know what I'm sayin?
The God ca-diver, in the streets of Iris.
We talk about sex, money and drugs.
(Ruled by power.) And why'all cats don't know
What
slime a middle
And Ranti forner
who pulled pearls by
rope to throne
the King by
the roll in the
forest of averseas?
Not everseas, be seas
Creep
like all other men
We were baptized by water, we were washed in the blood
I don't remember much money, but recall lots of love
That church was
to
The old clippy castle
With the ramblers and the scramblers and
The loiners and the tykes
And the punks and the hippies
Living over by the pike
Money
It's no good praying to the powers that be
'cause they won't shake the roots of the money tree
No good praying to the pristine alters
Waiting for
door
All them race for the money at the end of the road
Fully-loaded by my waist, I'm bout to explode
I'm on a mission for the money, ain't shit funny
you're holding in
Cause I'm sick of posing as this kid with a rope 'round my ribs
Take that leap
Break that leash
Yeah, you tell me to cleanse for my sins
the lines
It's the blind leading the blind
Here comes the new boss
The same as it ever was
It's money for old rope again and again
To them it's just
your girls and them throats
How could I not know when you're wearing the rope
How could I open them lanes and them doors, for niggas to cap and then die
hope that I get old before I die
Oh
It's a long, long rope they use to hang you soon I hope
And I wonder why this hasn't happened
Why why why
and now the case closed, yeah
We gettin' cheese like we was Esco's
They throw tacos and we catch those, yeah, yeah
Money old like the temptation
you may go
Part of me follows
Bound by no ropes and ties
I got you for one night
Wherever you may go
Part of me follows
Bound by no ropes and ties
act like you dummy
That ain't funny shit is so cold
Im young able am strong
I bring to the table am old
So much money I can bank on Hommie
So much honey
enough money
How the fuck I'ma get what I got and I ain't never had nothin'?
He do for people he don't know, he feel they usin' him
He know her feelings
I’m looking for the Money, Money
Man love fi buss, so win I must
Distracted by lust, I’m Gentleman, their for
Always ladies 1st ,D. drink up lady
I
the Money, Money
Man love fi buss, so win I must
Distracted by lust, I'm Gentleman, their for
Always ladies 1st ,D. drink up lady
I think with my dick,
and money getting old
And now the wrinkles startin' to show
My rims twinkle like a toe
I'm tippy toeing with ya hoe
One thing led to another and then
and what's this all about?
And then she left the room this was my one chance for hope
I used my watch lighter to burn away the rope
Then I was free, I was
Kane is in the building nigga
Fairwell
Fairwell
Fairwell
Fairwell
Fairwell
Fairwell
Where my old lady at
Where my old, where
She is gone, she is
pill 'fore I start to crash
Damn near 800 horses, this bitch draggin'
I make a mixtape faster than Money Man
Played the trap for two days
That's
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