Lyrics:
for ya, by any means
You my baby gyal, come home with me
Just wanna get you off
Don't matter who's on top
Vibe with me don't talk
Girl you got it
of beat to make you bounce like rubber
That boy b frank yea he a bad motherfucker
Always talk cash cause I got it like that
Once you drop it to the floor
gat bands on me yeah im feeling it
23s for all my niggas for the steppin shit
Sip on drank till i can barely even talk to me
Been in it ive been in it
what I love, fuck being sorrow. If I do what I love, the money will follow.
I'm not useless, I'm not, I'm not.
Just let me talk, let me talk to you.
I
This that LEGO talk... (legooo)
We got them birds like Atlanta Hawks... (blrrrr)
Plug drop the bag we gone get em off...(yeah)
We Got them glizzys
full of deceit
Street face swallow pride talk
To you money shit
You wanna run with it talk about shit
You ain't’ get none of it
You whisper got bitch
getting money
Young boy back and rocking in thee sunny
Yeah, I got my shades on in thee night
Even in thee day talk down
Thy can get it right
Yeah, middle
and by
Let me tell you somethin'
Instead of you tryin' to spend my money
Yet your favorite word was to call me honey
I was just a doggone fool
Tryin'
Oh sluts in the city, walk like me
Oh sluts in the city, talk like me
We're the sluts in the city, I'm a bitch I'm a sleazy whore
Well, uptown,
Let-let-let-let 'em talk about it mane, I'm already livin'
I risk my life to try everyday to go and get it, get it, get it
Came from the bottom, no one said it
white man gets the money
Take me back to Tulsa...
[ fiddle ]
Walk and talk to Suzy walk and talk to Suzy
Walk and talk to Suzy walk and talk to Suzy
Money is an issue, and that's on the fa' shizzle my nizzle
Ya block warm, then I come by with the fizzle
And make fa' sho' I get to work mines, for part
Money is an issue, and that's on the fa' shizzle my nizzle
Ya block warm, then I come by with the fizzle
And make fa' sho' I get to work mines, for part
my money through love
And I'm a freak
But it hurts me so much
I'm living by the hour
Sometimes by the day
Always gets me outta bed
And never
got exposed by E! ('sposed)
So naive, cold in the streets (streets)
Sleep on my feet (feet)
Money turn homies to zombies, they eat (zombies)
Miss
And niggas don't give a flyin' fuck
Talk with signs up, walk with the iron tucked
Leave your eyes wide shut
Money bag's on The Table, gots to get locked up
to co-sign me
Yea yea co-sign me
Walk in this bitch with an all-white tee
If a nigga try me then it's r i p
I let em niggas hate and it's fine by me
Yea yea
Smokin by myself
Niggas hate me so I'm smokin by myself
Betrayed me got me smokin by myself
Disloyalty got me smokin by myself
Fuck around let it
hustlin', tryna stack the money tall
This exclusive
You don't know how much it cost niggas envy
You should hear the way they talk
I been grindin', tryna turn
The Money's on the way
The dope's on the way
The bricks's on the way
Go crazy bout this cake
The Money's on the way
The dope's on the way
The paper so fast, got to chase that
I just been running to money
Bitch I been getting to the bag
I just been running to money
Making these fuck niggas mad
I
bruise 'em
Cause we got that G-music that you play when your cruisin', huh
And I don't talk much bet your ass I do alot
Got the hood jumpin' from
Halleluway, Halleluway,
Making that money,
TCO,
Your boy Steel,
Halleluway, halleluway,
Verse 1
Well you know by now I'm a baller, makin' that money, getting'
Money
They talk a lot of shit, I think they breath stink (yah yah)
My girl a 10 'cause ugly hoes depress me
Presidential watch I belong in the west
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