Lyrics:
This world so trife
Your money or your life
Yea keep your kids keep your wife
Money or your life
(Give it up)
This world so trife (so trife)
Stand and deliver your money or your life
Try and use a mirror no bullet or a knife
And even though you fool your soul
Your conscience will be mine
Stand and deliver your money or your life
Try and use a mirror no bullet or a knife
And even though you fool your soul
Your conscience will be mine
and your record collection!
The way you look you'll qualify for next years old age pension!
Stand and deliver your money or your life!
Try and use
and your record collection!
The way you look you'll qualify for next year's old age pension!
Stand and deliver your money or your life!
Try and use
money or your life!
Try and use a mirror no bullet or a knife!
I'm the dandy highwayman so sick of easy fashion
The clumsy boots, peek-a-boo roots
robbin',
Your money or your life and there ain't no stoppin' 'em,
I never get the working
You know I heard they hood robbin',
Your money or your life
and your record collection! (oh-oh)
The way you look you'll qualify for next year's old age pension!
Stand and deliver your money or your life!
Try
like film in the dark room
Beautiful from the front, sexy from back
Go to school, make your money, got your life on track
See the pain behind your smile,
It's your husband, it's your wife
Your money, it's your life
It's that special kind of knowing
It happens all the time i read your mind
Where dreams
and your record collection!
The way you look you'll qualify for next year's old age pension!
Stand and deliver your money or your life!
Try and use
Come observe me I'm sure you'll wanna take me on tour
See with my tongue in the dirt I'm spittin solely for worms
Your money or your life bull flashin
tonight
Alarm bells starting to ring give me your
Money Or Your Life
Sirens piercing the silence it's such a
Beautiful Day To Die
I can feel us running
blaggardacio
That the youth would idolize such as I
A brazen-faced highwayman
Woah
Your money or your life
Woah
Young maidens, yield your virtue
Woah
We right
I always wanted a fancy car
Cause I grew up in a trailer park
Swim the rivers, swim to the light
Swim for your money, swim for your life
Niggas on desk
Niggas don't dull gat hands on desk
My money on my mind
247 omo boy iyanu ashele
My hands on the trigger
Your money or your life got
on (repeated)
All I wanted was an answer to the secret
Ground floor Mary come on
Outboard Mary come on
All I wanted was an answer to
Your money or your life
money, some cash
Some way to get you big, and find a meaning to your life
For some ass to ride, for something to hide
Or you just wanna die, 'cause you got
Flocka!
Yeah I'm a hater, fuck your wrists
Yeah I'm a hater, fuck your life
Yeah I'm a hater, nigga fuck your money
Fuck your car, nigga fuck your
your life and
Yeah imma run up on a crib got
A mother fucking crew looking for a Lick and yeah we here to start a fight
So give us all your money
take your stereo
And your record collection
The way you look, you'll qualify
For next year's old age pension!
Stand and deliver
Your money or your life
In the dead of the moonlight
(Nowhere to go
Nowhere to go)
Whiskey in my veins
Hand over the reins
Your money or your life although
I believe they're
Put your hands in the air
You better take care
Your money or your life
Don't think twice
Gonna get what they need
It ain't nothing but greed
mo get any girl I fucking want
Trust
You can put your money
Put your life but I know that you will fucking walk
Trust
I'm falling in you chics lil'
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