Lyrics:
Whole lot of money on my mental
Trying to bubble
Like coke with some mentos
You could smell good smoke
With the wind blow
And I need a big loaf
Foreign rides, outside it's like showbiz
I ain't gon' lie I'm fucked up, if we all die then we all shall
But only one thang gonna get us by and that's
know the rules
Disrespecting the game, want you to blow your cool
Force your hand, of course that man's plotting
Smarten up, the streets is watching,
know the rules
Disrespecting the game, want you to blow your cool
Force your hand, of course that man's plotting
Smarten up, the streets is watching,
going up
Weed by the pound we gonna roll it up
She seen my pockets she notice
The streets told me I am the chosen on
(Streets said that I am the chosen
at the Grammy Awards, now top that
Mr. Collipark, keep the money comin in
Puffy don't party like the Ying Yang Twins
Cadillac boy, mack down to the end
Peace,
Disrespectin the game, want you to blow your cool
Force your hand, of course that man's plottin
Smarten up, the streets is watching, it's on
[*chorus*]
My
thangs out
Birdman stunna, nigga, we don't sit in jail
Real nigga's do real thangs
You know we make bail
Trick, hit me on the cell
Know I gotta make
bitch gone show some
Blow some damn let me see you show the money
Everyday I gotta stay blunted
They on sixty five but I keep it on a hundred
And I ain't
(Facts)
Honestly y'all niggas don't deserve to wear it now
(Facts)
She likes money and trips, o.k that's clearer now
Truth is that she ain't getting shit
sleepsssssss
All of this money is nuttin to me
Flashbacks to days getting dussed by the Ds
Play your position don’t change on these streets
Pressure got raised
with five fives, real fuckin' street ballers
Identify troubles with the first quarter
But I'm on the right path
At this rate, I'll be sellin' slabs by
her one time
But I think about her sometimes
I blow smoke till the sun shine
Cah life's fucked but I love mine
I hit the M-way and flew back
I put my
you see the dough plus we, we cash out
Long time, Game boy I been so thugged out
On the street y3nk) no solo bio 3y3 GangGang
W'adamfo ne wo gang, s3
con Igli
I'm back in the game like I never left
Put some respect on my name, like Birdman
Cash money, flow Weezy
I might pull up in a Bmw with your
huh, no error
Swear ya can't compare a rapper to me
Too dapper ya see, clapping the beat
Like police did to Rodney king in the streets
SHEESH, no, Sheed,
common
Who told ya
Get it by the book flip it now take a look
Who sold it
Me A better version of the person I wanna be
Don't scold me
R I P to all my
too deep, I can't say fuck the streets
I need some sleep, the fiends still comin'
Bush 'bout to blow this bitch up
Better get money, dead bodys get
money over bitches)
M.O.B., nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks
And you know we keep it money over bitches
I blow you up on the spot, these Glocks hot
[Stone]
Stunna a street nigga, straight up
Make him act as money
And I don't sleep nigga
I stay up in a black 600
I play for keeps nigga (so pay up,
late
under street lights
It is what it is that’s what it be like
From where they
shoot first an dont think twice.
Member creepin out late
under them
make you famous
Blow make me live aimless, my gun stainless
Aim for your temple, hope you die painless
Illest shit we wore those, marked money we tore
a Cash Money classic
And I feel couldn't nobody do it the way I'ma do it
Ya know what I'm sayin'
So, here we go world, I'm bringin' it to your world from
never tell me nothing
It's streets, it's streets, it's streets
And I'm repping, I'm repping it
Time to blow like a dynamo
Flip mode on a motherfucking
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