Lyrics:
only niggas that helped
My money was thinner than Sean Paul's goatee hair
Now Jean Paul Gaultier cologne fill the air, here
They say he bougie, he
from that place pleaded with him not to go up to Jerusalem. Then Paul answered, “What do you mean by weeping and breaking my heart? For I am ready not
two, run what ya got
I'm a low rider mostly, I cruise, I hop
But I got a couple muscle cars tucked at the spot
Talkin' about Camaros, El Caminos,
I got by
Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money looking funny in
What's all the fuss about all the hula
Can't speak Spanish but I know green is mula
Blinded by a light but the lord's by my side
Above and below
(Do you think about me)
(Do you think about me)
(Do you think about me)
You think about money when you think about me huh,
That's what my ex, my ex
Greedy and the least noble
What I notice about creatives is that
And one
Of the reasons why I get into trouble
Is, not only do I want to design video
, because you're famous on Vine
Uh
Straight up!
Yeah third verse
Hey Jake Paul, here's my third verse
You think it's over, but it's about to get worse
I
he makes the party Boing, Boing
Bob Digi makes the party Boing, Boing
[Mr. Tibbs]
I'm a country man at heart but a city man by nature
'cause even
All willing to die for what they saw
But I would be convinced
Solely by the Apostle Paul
All willing to die for what they saw
Not by what they
know, he's represented by a clarinet....
The part of the Grandfather will be played by Don Amiche.
He... what?
Can't make it? Oh. Huh.
Okay, um, hmm,
the triple-three
Nine Wonder, my summer feeling like Pete in peace in memory of D&D
We still rockin' whether it's me rapping or Quentin T
You all about
but somehow I got by.
Creflo prayed, Mike Vick payed,
Bobby Brown strayed, Whitney lost weight.
Kimbo Slice on da pad when I write,
Dat may why
And I'll tell you all about it from
The alcohol abuse by Uncle Paul
Abuse but all I need is one mic
I'll tell you all about it
The women and children
singin'
Martin Luther dreamin', Pac and Biggie schemin'
Bob Marley smokin', Paul McCartney floatin'
Prodigy mobbin', Pun say I'm joking
JFK riddin'
Here we go yo, here we go yo
So what so what so what's the scenario
Here we go yo, here we go yo
So what so what so what's the scenario
A-yo Bo
Lyrics:
1. Lookout folks there’s a big new game
For damned Republicans who know no shame
All the world’s troubles are caused by Libs
Says Fox News
Wherever the fuck we are today on tour
I've, uh, I've already rolled about four blunts
It's 3:38 PM
I'm going off, here we go
What up, what's good? I'm
about a Rhubarb pie then just segue into sex
Ok
Not a day goes by my mind on music
Hit play
Then hit the pad, 8 a hand, paradiddadiddle, say it
Mouthful
motherfuckin' player haters who be talkin' that shit)
(DJ Paul)
(CY you did it, you heard?)
Niggas talk to me about that woke ass shit
Same niggas walkin'
(Do you think about me)
(Do you think about me)
(Do you think about me)
You think about money when you think about me huh,
That's what my ex,
specialize in misconstruin'
We wanna be at a presidential level, what are we doin'?
Foolin' ourselves, clownin' ourselves, playin' ourselves
By not bein'
specialize in misconstruin'
We wanna be at a presidential level, what are we doin'?
Foolin' ourselves, clownin' ourselves, playin' ourselves
By not bein'
but somehow I got by
Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money
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