Lyrics:
Lot of thoughts on my mind got a nigga cautious
I Want Balmain
All jays
Hella Hoes always
Carmel skin all tastes
Call my ahone all day
Do me right no
money
Even my mama know
I was a screw up but grew up fast
Motivated by the cash, blame it on my dad
To be it so, my pampers was a stash
My pops had
to fill up a truck dad
Treat your money like it's under your nose
You must stash enough cash for a rainy day
The forecast says
That it's partially cloudy
My
it don't act like we cool
The cars, the clothes, the money, the hoes
The shoes and all of the jewels
Dude ainn got it but dude say he want it
So what
award me with hoes
Put em on a track like vocals
Leave em for a day and they want their
Master back like the first album by Jay
I dash with the dividends
M-O-E, bitch
E-Z
On the grind, straight gettin' it
Bout my cheese like Junior Kid
That money talk, I speak fluently
The dime size keep evokin' me
It go one time for the money
Two times for the show
Three times 'cause I'm three up
And I keep me a bankroll
And I got me hella hoes
And I'm
Foes that want to 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?
Foes that want to 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
the night
You gotta walk towards the light, everything is aight
Make sure, everything you endure stays tight
Big Shaq, Lord Tariq, Jay-Z outta sight
Philly
R kelly is a child molester
Who had beef with Jay-Z
Shit it makes sense why he
Wanted all those Young Gunz
If you wanna keep it hood
Let's keep it
Guccibackpack more dej sem
Bejt jako vy jsem nechtel a nejsem
Jednou my boyz pojedou jen benzem
Tvoje bitch ti vydělává z only fansem
More já makam
bitch nigga stop playa hatin
[Hook]
(Mannie Fresh)
I done did more hoes than Michael Jackson done shows
I done made more money than Tommy sale clothes
makin money on
Yo block (cash)
Jay Got Juice
I'm always around (Juice)
Told y'all simps I was
Takin the crown
Nigga bring ya best
I'll never back down
I
game and fuck that lag
Paint yo smile and fuck that sad
Nigga they supposed to be mad
Nigga said it's hoes to hit and cash to grab
So fake some laughs
I
the cash gun
Pullin' bitches with a cash gun
Party hard gotta have fun
Shooting blue money out of cash guns
Shooting blue money out of cash guns
Shooting
how it goes
Money hoes and clothes)
You know my motto though man
(It's still MOB though)
(What's your motto?) Listen
("I'm in love again") I keep
know there's snakes in the grass
Can get hit with that RICO
I'm a hustler like Jay Z
And I'ma ball like Alpo
Money before these hoes
Kickin shit like
sent
Here to give y'all the truth jAY-Z, call me
Bruh! You still ain't call me
JAY-Z, call me, ay bruh jAY-Z
I know you got killers
Please don't send 'em
More money, more cash, more hoes
Equals more problems, more haters, more dough
Man I gotta get, I ain't quit being broke
Get a nine or five or I'm
the night
You gotta walk towards the light, everything is aight
Make sure, everything you endure stays tight
Big Shaq, Lord Tariq, Jay-Z outta sight
other New York rappers
Jay-Z of Hawaiian Soapy fame, Big Little whatever
And several other corny sounding motherf***ers
are understandably shaken up by
clear the room?
Oh
Fuck a day job, I found my true position
Cash flow, we making money moves, yeah, it's big decisions
It's Mr. Telephone Man, this is
shit
Every night bad hoes
Shop open no close
Make money, stack mo
I guess this what they ask fo'
Wait, yeah
Mula Gang
Man, Mula Gang
Yeah, yeah
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