Lyrics:
now who ready to get bent.
Nigga like me feenin' for them green
Leaves, but l ain't had no dough
Gotta make some money so, I'm making my dummy
7-1-3, Slim Thug, Lil' Ke
Doing it up with Mr. Lee, Nodd Factor, CMG
Boss Hogg, Big Unit, big primping
No tricking, what, this how we do it mayn,
. Cheeks, Freaky Tai
Pretty Pretty Lu, Spiggy Spig Nice Say
1 for the money
2 for the Lie
3 for my peoples in the struggle gettin by
4 Lu, Spig
Mac play, quiet town, tie it down
I supply it now, by the pound
Might front you with a cube if you buy a pound
If you didn't try it then, why
. Incognito, Incognito (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Mr. Incognito is back again
Now all I want is peace and papes and a physical frame
Jotting down my list
the scenes destroy your dreams
You willin' to die? We'll see
How many flee when I cause the scene?
We mean mug, Mo Thugs
Trained to be perfect disciples
You know i never did understand why they
Always told me to smile s
It ain't too much s I gave a smile for
Real talk yo still a ahole by nature
Peep
Straight dope game, I was told
I had them hoes stealin clothes for me, boostin and sellin' they body
Nigga that's how it's supposed to be By Nature 'cause
roll wit a thug
Say lil wop
What's up, what's up
All of this money don't know who to trust
In the booth saying all the above
Who gonna stop me man I
on the money
Bandanna 'round my head like I know karate
And I'll wax a nigga's ass like Mister Miyagi
And it ain't over 'til the fat lady sang
And that bitch
(Hook)
She want to fuck with a thug
Shit that she love
Shawty whats up with it?
I got addiction for spending this money
Yea I can tell you in love
The best if the the best yea it’s evident
Trap out the White House I’m the president
Playing with my money like playing my emotions
Have my money by
the jungle
That's my brother Mr. Abel I'm Mr. Co-Kane thug
Life in the rain, tank still on my chain( ya heard me)
Cock together if you bout that ain't no time
eaters
And not a whimper 'til I'm gone
Thug Life runnin' through my veins so I'm strong
(Ha ha ha)
Bye bye bye, let's get high and ride
Oh, how do we do
no escape (ohh noooo)
This money gots to be made (yeahh yeahhh)
.. break it down!
Every day we keep it gangsta, livin thug life
So what y`all
, bitches gon look
Flashy classy
For the money we dash
Fuck, pass
How we did it outlast 'em
Cop a Rollie, yes a Rolex
And I pull up on that lil nigga,
, bitches gon look
Flashy classy
For the money we dash
Fuck, pass
How we did it outlast 'em
Cop a Rollie, yes a Rolex
And I pull up on that lil nigga,
I ain't got no motherfuckin' friends (sucka-ass)
That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat motherfucker
West side, Bad Boy killers (take money, take
I ain't got no motherfuckin' friends (sucka-ass)
That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat motherfucker
West side, Bad Boy killers (take money, take
wrist
Get ki money from a quarter, blame it on my wrist
I whip coke like hoes, nigga, I'm a pimp
Lil' nigga 'bout to rape the market
If we talking
wrist
Get ki money from a quarter, blame it on my wrist
I whip coke like hoes, nigga, I'm a pimp
Lil' nigga 'bout to rape the market
If we talking
feat. Mr. Lil One
[Mr. Lil One]
Everybody want to be knowing
How I be doing it when I be flowing
back up in this motherfucker
ready to server you
to the money
I been teddy bear hugging the money
Turn into a thug for the money hit a jug for the money uhhh
Man fuck what they say I know I ain't faking
You
hmm) Candy painted with the gloss
You can hate but that's the way a player floss
(Still breaking boys off, hmm) Getting money's what I'm 'bout
I
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