Lyrics:
kidding?
Like playing the victimin
They gotta be joking
They gotta be joking
We making money and staying low key
But these niggas be fucking hating
But we
Californ-i-a
Peace to C-God locked up, cat born nine ways
Come home mad soon, live ill, life phases
Like little black girl got shot
Damn it hurts when they
the repercussions
With that buss back
I mean, we are young blacks
Every day it feels like dodging death and finding ways to live
Like, government hates me, my
Right
Right
Right
Right
Blue faces
In the money right
Stumbled a couple days
To get my money right
Best believe I'm paid
And got my money right
More
the girls my room key
Money can't buy you love, so I don't pay for no pussy
I don't pay these haters no mind, so fuckin' call me cheap
I grab life by
And yet again, Another B$G Classic
Live by the gun, die about it
That's the crime life
Get my income by any means like I'm a wise guy
You dont want
all our trees and ruin innocent people's lives by branding them criminals and throwing them in jails, or sending them off to drug camps, or taking all
Mozart than most, my key lyrically
Is noted on a scale above the whole industry
It's Dax i got bars out in Georgia
Twenty-minute songs'll probably Illinois
with promise-makers
Never realize the precious time that bitch niggas is wastin'
Institutionalized, I live my life a product made to crumble
But too
to fly by on my black Yamaha, that's winging
Some man do the crime and talk but that's singing
Not many man have been in the wars that I've been in
I
Me wan couple mill, the money and the money maker
Wan me money fast jus like a racer
Money connect to me heart, pacemaker
Rich till me have the bank
righteous
Brother
Make sure your money be long
Lyrical
Assassin
Captain
On all you dumb, dumb
Sexy bitches
Humming
Fall in love
And then they come in
Live
triple, til' i'm in the black car
Smokin' on the best dope, chillin' on the West Coast
When it comes to money, yeah you know I gotta make the most
Make
want tequila on the rocks?
Or we taking shots now?
Cash Valley money makers, this is our town
We’ve been runnin’ up a ticket till it all falls down
Only
fall many niggas don blow
E dey bother bother me when fast money come slow
Yeah
For the street wey i dey
Everybody Dey hustle day by day
Mofe lowo biti
with promise-makers
Never realize the precious time that bitch niggas is wastin'
Instutionalized, I live my life a product made to crumble
But too
ransacking all of my pockets
I'm feeling so sick cause this shit is a joke
Desperate to acquire Benjamin Franklins
Might make me some money by selling this
I get money, I get money, I get I get I get money (50)
[Chorus]
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I
trade fi no paper
And go live like me a jailer
Live by nature rules a law
Nothing mi no Freda
No worship no reptilian
Black man a creator
Me a gwaan live
they do is destroy another school
Was shot up by some crazy white boy cops arrest him alive
But not if you black with a toy media push corrupt
perfect timing
Money on my face keep me smiling
I live my life in the studio
I live my life in the studio
I live my life in the studio
I live my life
choices
Hearin' voices
I'm tryin' to live large like Rolls Royce's
Options are limited
They got me fillin' up drugs
They got me dealin'
And money they got
softly, then her cheek and neck
Buying a couple of homes in cash, enjoying money, living in abundance
Divert your efforts, she was wearing a short black
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin' (yeah, not the mid is low now, turn the mics up some more)
Our music keeps you movin' what are
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