Lyrics:
it all for New York and this love no need to thank me
Now we goin' take this to the west coast
Tyga Tyga
Uh, fast money I don't slow dance,
York and this love no need to thank me
Now we goin' take this to the west coast
Tyga Tyga
Uh, fast money I don't slow dance
Young Money
picked it up
(Need some weight)
What you need
(Silkk bout a coupla K)
I had it all into powder but it ain't no thang
Gimme a coupla
Pleasantville, Sugar Land
UGK, Ghetto Boyz
I keep it trill and I stay street
20 ounce so I dunk a deuce and I
Chuck the deuce when I'm slidin' by
Smokin' kush,
And they fight with all their money invested to hold me back
But now I'm featuring the mack pack
Smooth B, you know I'm feelin fine
(This is how we run it
better blue tennis shoes tidy, with our body
As I fall into the Mack 10 listenin party
Got greeted by some niggas who I never knew
Cold thing
couldn’t get her love anymore
I just want some love from you all
Chorus:
I need 10 bad bitches
All beautiful women
With some light brown pearls
Lemme
getting money
Smoking L's by the hundreds
We got blow, we got molly
We got blood on the money, dedicated to the money
Killing niggas for the money
still in amazement by how my nigga just blazing
So much money we making we just toss and just waste it
On bullshit making rain like Wayne and Fat
Got my
long money do (come on)
Now the don's on it, Diddy shine on it (that's right)
Tell Flex to run it back and drop a bomb on it
Sunday, we layin' low in
that we begun (yeah)
Make me want to split a swisher, I need me one
They keep on copying what we done done
That's why I say ..
[Break - Timbaland]
Until that bloodshed, blood red, or we OD
Remember every word that you told me
Show me, hold me
All you need in your life is Chuck, drugs, and dubs
Until that bloodshed, blood red, or we OD
Remember every word that you told me
Show me, hold me
All you need in your life is Chuck, drugs, and dubs
and clean it when she done
Testin' niggas, Pikachu, Pokemon (whoa)
I'm on yellow-yellow by the ton
I go federal fed, ex-con
We got the bo's, same number
(Once again, I'm locked in with TP
We finna make a hit) yeah, yeah, yeah, nigga
Money on top of money, nigga
Bad bitches only, you know?
Free all my
some commas
Money it blue like Bahamas
Brown if I don't cross the border
We here to invest, yes
No kizzy no Mitchell & Ness
I gotta thank God cause
left some money on the dresser, find you a cab
No more, sharin' I pain, sharin'I made
It's time to outslick niggas, ladies sharin' our game
Put it in
We need to bridge the spirit of forgiveness
We need to learn to forgive and forget
We have a destiny
That we don't know
By any necessary means this
Michael Brown, another soul
Stole by the system, black men we pay the toll
The price is your life, Uncle Sam want a slice
Black dress code now we looting in
keep up we way to deep Bruh 6 foot burnouts all in the street Bruh!! It’s What-U-Need double R YOU SEE THE VEST!
Love by few hated by many but all
khakis in this mother****
I'm lookin' for a thick one
Pecan brown, she lookin' for the slim one
Loves to go down, she say she likes the big one
I need her
picked it up
(Need some weight)
What you need
(Silkk bout a coupla K)
I had it all into powder but it ain't no thang
Gimme a coupla
(Spin, spin)
I don't rock Tru's, rock Evisu (Yeah, yeah)
All white forces, I ain't into chucks (All whites)
Strippers love me throwing money even when we
hustler talk
For that green we be gettin when the block get dark
Yea that mattress money kept in brown paper bags
Stashed in the crib for when things get
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