Lyrics:
Mr.International
Havin Cash
NewWe$t
MoneyBags
Haters hate you mad
Baby I'm a businessman all I want is Money fuc the fame I'm a simple Man yeah
Baby
uh
I was playing at a little place down the road called Billy Bob's
What a place
Especially back in those days
And, um
A friend of mine, Mr
your mans for a buck, you doin' bad business
Treat you niggas like my sons, I'm givin' ass kickings
Had to show y'all how I'm really living
Only problem
All even send picture on phone
To your mrs and your sister nicole
Leave ppl business
You big pussyole
Leave big ppl business alone
U nuh know
Catch em
Bitches suck me down low
You niggas on the DL
I interrupt yo shit quick
Yeah I'm on my Ezel
Dump 'em by the ocean you can
Find 'em with the seashells
Well, you know the Juggla jumped in the mixer
Been down the road and I broke a few necks
And I'll break a few more, so what's up?
Road by me
Replaying conversations in my head by my ex-wife
From the house work that I did, to the kids, even our sex life
She said I was crazy so I threatened to prove
Yeah, I like it when the girls
Stop by in the summer
Do you remember?
Do you remember
When we met, last summer?
New Kids On The Block
Had
Mr work man, yeah that's me
It's to early man, yes indeed
This 6 to 3 got me weak, but I'm lifting these weights
I wanna sleep but I can't if I do I
We about to set this motherfucker off in here tonight!
It be like
This that real shit dog, real shit dog, see man, see man, come
What you say? mr
I got the plug like WiFi
I get high like tie die
By the ocean sip a mai tai
You don't the want beef
Better take yo ass to five guys
Man it's funny
Show you some new sights
I ain't mr right
But I'll be your man for the night
It's Friday Night
What you saying baby you rolling
I'm pulling up to your
quick
Let you off the hook like my man Mr limpit
Think about that summer
And I bug 'cause I miss it
Like the color purple macaroni and cheese
Ruby-red
can try
Dire Straits, Billy Joel
And king of the rock Mr Pink Floyd
Doesn't lift my spirits anymore
So I listen Mr Shaggy just to be bored
What call you
come
I ain't here on business, baby, I'm only here for fun
And Rosie, you're the one
Rosalita, jump a little higher
Senorita, come sit by my fire
come
I ain't here on business, baby, I'm only here for fun
And Rosie, you're the one
Rosalita, jump a little higher
Senorita, come sit by my fire
at my door
I said oh Mr church man you know that I've heard it all before
And when I go let me die fool by the sea
And if the ocean lets us maybe you
here on business, baby
I'm only here for fun
And Rosie, you're the one
Rosalita, jump a little lighter
Señorita, come sit by my fire
I just want to be
Mr. Bannon used to be
A part of my flock
But I said "You're Fired"
Cuz he cucks socks
They call me goldilocks
Cuz I'm great, and you are not
I'm
the Sandy Claws, throw him in a box
Bury him for ninety years, then see if he talks
Then Mr. Oogie Boogie man
Can take the whole thing over then
He'll
the Sandy Claws, throw him in a box
Bury him for ninety years, then see if he talks
Then Mr. Oogie Boogie man
Can take the whole thing over then
He'll
the Sandy Claws, throw him in a box
Bury him for ninety years, then see if he talks
Then Mr. Oogie Boogie man
Can take the whole thing over then
He'll
time get the man in trouble
Nas, Suicide Bounce
One of the most difficult decisions
That a CEO ever makes is whether or not to
Sell her company
Swizz Beatz the monster
Jadakiss, Mr. Biggs, it's big business, nigga this is our show
Twenty two master bedrooms in the crib
The garage like the car
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