Lyrics:
Chorus: 2xs
[Jay-Z] (Amil)
Where my hoes in this house who
Hold they niggas down who
Roll hard, why'all my road dawgs
(Hey)
Where my ladies in this
and I got to meet Jay-Z and he said
"Oh, you a real soulful dude"
And he, uh, played the song 'cause he already spit his verse by the time I got
honeys
Money with the honeys
You out here chasing money
N***** chasing honeys
See I'm Birdman in that Gucci, Jay-Z in that Prada suit
The hustle is
Money over hoes money over bitches
Money on my mind bros over hoes
I be yelling out
Bros over hoes (bros over hoes)
This ain't what I'm about
yo we activated, uh, you see it moe yeah we activated
Yo less wishin' and more congratulatin', yeah it's the flee gawd baby salutations
Always been
on lock
Got them bitches in the smash
Making yours drive fast
Cause we get more cash than the average nigga
All dem hoes like damn I gotta have this
shooters and no we don’t carry revolves
Way more money
Way more cash
Way more hoes
Way more goals
Holly
FOUR
Wayyy more
H O L L Y stock
GME not a game
say that line
I'm crazy, renegade like Em and Jay-Z
I'm Rosemary's baby, I want you to hate me
Shorty, I love you and you love me too
We were meant
here, Westside)
Understand this
Ain't no nigga like me, fuck Jay-Z
He broke and I smoke daily, baby, let's be friends (come on y'all)
Let's be
here, Westside)
Understand this
Ain't no nigga like me, fuck Jay-Z
He broke and I smoke daily, baby, let's be friends (come on y'all)
Let's be
You know what the fuck time it is
I was seventeen, flexing with a AP (huh?)
Bitch, I had the blueprint, no Jay-Z (what?)
Pull up in a 'Rari like
dem Rockefeller-Kreis so wie 'ne Jay-Z-LP
Ballern auf Opferrapper Blei, immer noch A.C.a.b.
Mehr Money als Saudi-Araber, ich bang' deine Frau auf
I'm crazy, renegade like Em and Jay-Z
I'm Rosemary's baby, I want you to hate me
Shorty, I love you
And you love me too
We were meant to be
Meet them at the Bodegas, noon Friday
You get the buy money then
Oh and chico, if anything happens to the buy money
Eh, pobrecito
Jay-Z's gonna stick
Meet them at the Bodegas, noon Friday
You get the buy money then
Oh and chico, if anything happens to the buy money
Eh, pobrecito
Jay-Z's gonna stick
weed up for e'ryone to know me
T-G-O-D
In the club, popping bottles, blowing weed by the O-Z
T-G-O-D
And you know I'm getting cash cause I'm all about
up to something
Drop That heat got my niggas jumping
Quarterback my team twelve on me like Brady
Twelve on me shit is crazy
12 more problems than jay z
whatever
I'm terror undoubtedly more violent then ever
I'm out here gettin' money more ways then three
I can't see these clown niggas more paid
whatever
I'm terror undoubtedly more violent then ever
I'm out here gettin' money more ways then three
I can't see these clown niggas more paid
make sure my casket's closed
Rap critics that say he's Money, Cash, Hoes
I'm from the hood stupid
What type of facts are those
If you grew up with holes
featuring Teflon and Jay Z
Lil' Fame:
Seventy five
Raised on a strip called here brotha hill
Where guns pop and cops get
on lock
Got them bitches in the smash
Making yours drive fast
Cause we get more cash than the average nigga
All dem hoes like damn I gotta have this
(Flexing in Toronto we just get the money pronto)
(I cash in my checks then take my chances in the lotto)
(I don't understand it you keep keeping me
when I know that they
(Want some more)
Every time I end up getting it
Want-want-want-want some more
I'm in this bitch, I'm getting money
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