Lyrics:
Are you ready?
Woo
Free, baby
Boy, when you look at me
Do you judge me by my cover?
Got to be kiddin' me
To think that I'm that kind of lover
Are you ready?
Woo
Free, baby
Boy, when you look at me
Do you judge me by my cover?
Got to be kiddin' me
To think that I'm that kind of lover
Printz Board on the beat
Y'all ready
Los
Hey
Ay
Bash
Show 'em how it is, mayne
Baby doll, I love it all
You know I love it all
I love
keeps the rain drops
Off my pretty baby's face
I'm just gettin by, and the money's spent
Don't even know how I'm gonna pay the monthly rent
But I know
come close to me
It's only right and that's way it's supposed to be
Now we loungin', chillin' in the VIP
Got my nigga Ref and Bink with me
G Money
Beautiful ladies who's gonna be at my show tonight
Who's gonna wait behind, who's gonna be by my side
I say
Beautiful ladies who's gonna follow me
Love is a message from my family
Cream Team Incorporated, Wu-Tang Clan is what you plan to be
Oh yeah, ladies in here, say yeah
Do it like yeah,
When the french maids cigarette turns
burns like a boiling tapeworm
(that was really something baby,
that was really something baby)
When
When the french maids cigarette turns
Burns like a boiling tapeworm
(That was really something baby,
That was really something baby)
When
billions, what the fuck?
Have a baby by me baby, be a millionaire
I write the check before the baby comes, who the fuck cares?
I'm stanky rich, I'mma die
My baby gives me the finance blues
Tax me to the limit of my revenues
Here she comes finger-popping, clickety-click
She says furs or diamonds, you
it shake it
Be my lady lady lady
Call me baby baby baby
You my baby
Come and shake it shake it shake it
Be my lady lady lady
Call me baby baby baby
and daddy I'm rollin it sadly, but I don't mind
If they laughin at me the movie I hardly think that they be singin singin
I never gave up on my lady, but she
that's my baby, ya know she don't plizzay
Come on Lady May, say, say what you sizzay (Yeah)
[Lady May] (Snoop)
I see the big picture (Uh-huh), the big
My baby gives me the finance blues,
Tax me to the limit of my revenues.
Here she comes finger-poppin', clickety-click
She says furs or diamonds,
Laughing to the bank, my shit tickling now
All US dollars, still I stick with the pounds
Money over god, got me kissing the ground
She say she turned on by
Wake up early morning
I got money on mind
I'm blind by my sight cos I only see Mandela signs
I
I might bite
Still a dog so do not cross the line
If the money was a lady (Lady)
I would have to call her, call her (Hello)
Stop by mom's crib to get a lighter
Got the whole house decked in designer
He, he, he baby it's the thug in me
You know what time it is
By age 13 I was buckwild
Good in my knucklegame
Made it through a tough childhood
Never
give you dap with the coldest hands
I own this land
Steal the money from a homeless man
Yo, look at the diamonds and my gold teeth
And with a chain like
tell you where the action is
Up the stairs and down the hall
Show me your money
And I will show you bliss
Lie lady lie
Lie lady lie
One more dollar it
nothin' stops my chips
I boss play you with this, then twist you lame tricks
Holler if you understand my plan, ladies
Fuck havin' babies by them shady
the chain links
My man Luv with the phat beats, like that girl right there
And this is Lu, yea, keepin' it real, and he rhymes a writers life
So ladies
billions, what the fuck?
Have a baby by me baby, be a millionaire
I write the check before the baby comes, who the fuck cares?
I'm stanky rich, I'mma die
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