Lyrics:
dollar bills, it's giving "uh-uh"
Girl you bad and I mean you so bad
But on god, you're dumb as a box of rocks
Sometimes I want to stop or get caught by
dance with me bae
We just gon' hop in the whip, and yeah, we gon' pull up to the hills, no
Told her get what you want, I just be countin' these bills
where I want to be up in my natural habitat
Bodies piling bills are piling at the Ganadara Bar
We define the Gana lore
Have you ever been before
Twist
Stop it I you ain't really in a rush bro, Hundred dollar bills yup checking those, And if it's a fraud that's a broken nose, Nina on me clutching push
And come up and do a walk by on your bitch-ass
It's nay thun, don't give a fuck about how much money you got nigga
It's about how you outsmart the next nigga
(Go got no time for no interviews)
You know I keep my ear to the streets
So it's up to me to bring you the truth
I saw a movie were George Bush
Had
no time for no interviews (go-got no time for no interviews),
You know I keep my ear to the streets
so it's up to me to bring you the truth,
I saw
plans
When rent is due, you run those bills, or run me those hands
I'll raise the prices on the block
By buying up all the housing stock
You say I'm bad,
stained for a 50
Sack of the hard
Tryna match you a broad
Got 'em shot up in his car by a muthafuckin' dope fiend
A bitch tryna get a fix, put my nigga
It's packed in liters
You can see it
Side by side, it's got your back
Raise your cup, raise your glass
Raise your kids, just like that
I can be
busters who can't deal, give it up for real
(MC Ren)
Now when you see me, you're ducking and slipping, yo, then you fell
down
You fucked up and finally
and graft?
Your line don't bang 'cause you woke up last, you're grindin' in slow-motion
I was out selling no lotion, he knows me I don't know him but money
better just watch for us
I don't want to hear that you're sorry to me
After you tore up, and started a war up in the black community
It's out
to this
Now throw it up, raise it up for that gangsta s***
Now Blood walk to this, now Crip walk to this
Now throw it up, raise it up for that gangsta
the target is Ben
Irregardless we up it by ten
And you better not owe me a cent
No you better not owe me a cent
I really might die bout dis shit
My niggas will
Counting up checks, bills, cards and stubs
Motherfucker you know
Imma never pay you
If you ain't never been down for me
When times got rough
Then I ain't
want your own
Hating or love me no send you
You holding up a grudge and it's clear dude
The country is a shit and it's a mess too
Na condition nai even
me the Doc say when, say when
(When)
Inspired by Basquiat, my chariot's on fire
Everybody took shots, hit my body up
I'm tired build me up
Break me
like i'm disturbed
Waitin for all my meds to work
Gettin so pissed givin everyone the bird
You never heard a man get so absurd
You don't fool me by
the pills
Surrounded by the fake, it gets so hard to keep it real
Say death just left a notice, might be time to pay the bill
You know that I been trying
Say
my mouth before I chew
Cause I'm stacking up the bills, you got bills that's overdue
Ex on my phone, if only I could still call her boo
But she did me
platinum, door and panel
Never dustin up, never crackin under pressure
Seems to me I do my time and I get out whenever, EARLY
People say I smell like
drowned me out washed by the Father
Now all my bars got the god Gene Simmons
Niggas still sleep, count sheep uno dos a funeral to you and those
Too cool
to this
Now throw it up, raise it up for that gangsta shit
Now Blood walk to this, now crips walk to this
Now throw it up, raise it up for that gangsta
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