Lyrics:
really think you're hurting us, no
You better watch your step
'Cuz you're hurting yourself
And you don't even see
Help me sing
Eddie boy, my heart is
down,
You can call me Phil bitch i really got long money now,
Feel like Boosie, rockin helmet lang bitch come wipe me down,
Feelin bored, imma eat
and the queen went
Back to the green
But you can never go back
There again
Brenda and Eddie had had it
Already by the summer of '75
From the high
the king and the queen went
Back to the green
But you can never go back
There again
Brenda and Eddie had had it
Already by the summer of '75
From
the odds against me
6 against 1. I ain’t even break a sweat G
Out here tryna test me, huh
All I make is one phone call
All y’all be gone by tomorrow
I told
and Eddie had had it already by the summer of '75
From the high to the low to the end of the show
for the rest of their lives
They couldn't go back
Yeah
Kilo
BCG
Yeah
Huh
Huh, huh, yeah, huh, huh, huh, yeah, huh (Yo Kilo what the fuck ?!)
Bitch want me to keep fucking, I said "I got money
Jump off the top like I'm Eddie Guerrero
My niggas they ride
Around selling marshmallows
Nowadays niggas call me Marshawn
Lynch the way
I got
disappointed me, I pull my pants up
See Lil Eddie is nowhere near a bitch
But I don't even be stingy like Money Mitch
I just need all of mine
I just need all
and you ask yourself
Truthfully, do you see you and me?
Don't ever choose for me, what you want? Who you need?
Feel like you're losing me
Let's call a spade
hides hangin' by the dozen, even got a little bitty
muskrat cousin
Got 'em out dryin' in the hot hot sun, tomorrow Poppa's
gone turn em into money
this money I got twenty thumbs
I got these stars in my roof riding Metatron
Don't try and rob us my young ins got plenty guns
Don't try and rob me I keep
your caps peeled
You know see
Grab ya Glocks, when you see 2Pac
Call the cops, when you see 2Pac, uhh
Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish
Now ya
to Florida City, Opa-Locka
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice
it bump
Check the stars out when I ride, dodgin' potholes with these tires
Hogging lanes, swang and bang in a 'Stang so let me by
'Cause I got
ready
Keep some killers by my side and some riders by the telli
I'm ready to do now, who now, you now
Eddie wasn't ready when they drew that, booyow
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OBO
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Eddie money
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Eddie Mbong
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Aare ika
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Tundeedunt
Credit Alert
Poco -Lee
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice P-Rhymes rich
Poppa's gone turn em into money They call
Moma Rita and my Daddy Jack,
my little baby brother on the floor that's Mac,
Rhett and Lynn are the family twins,
Nope
Ain't got the time today
Niggas be flodgin niggas be lying today
Need me the money I don't got the time to play
Ate me a Eddie I'm getting high
hides hangin' by the dozen,
Even got a little bitty muskrat cousin
Got 'em out dryin' in the hot hot sun,
Tomorrow Poppa's gone turn em into money
believed in me when I couldn't
And thank you to those who said I shouldn't
(Chorus: Eddie Meeks & Matthew Weber 2)
Man I kept on doubting myself
I didn't
hell gettin' sexed by Marilyn Manson
You lie, you deny, pass me the microphone
I guess like Eddie Murphy you was givin 'em a ride home
Yeah right, 25
the night with me
Brand new money, I put it on
I been puttin' on
I can't leave her 'lone if
She don't make me rich
I had to get it by my 'lone
Call it what
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