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Chop Chop (Bell X1) · Chop Chop (Bell X1) · Chop My Money (I Don't Care) (P-Square) · Take Care Take Care Take Care (Explosions in the Sky) · Take Care, Take Care, Take Care (Explosions in the Sky) · Take Care, Take Care, Take Care (Explosions in the Sky) · Money Money Money (Abracadabra) · Money Money Money: The ABBA Story (Gary Tesca) · A-Square (Of Course): The Story of Michigan's Legendary A-Square Records (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Washington Square/More Sounds of Washington Square (The Village Stompers) – and 90 other albums »


the notion that they runnin' the game, huh
I run my own and I'm my own self person
No respect make the situation worse then

Fillmoe, H.P. and Sunnydale,
Chop chop (chop chop)
Yeah I'm back on da block (on da block)
Chill like that shyt dem nigga's cook up and rock (cook up and rock)
0, 6 yeah im
money, 'cause I don’t care
Chop my money, chop my money
Chop my money, 'cause I don’t care
I don’t care (don’t care)
I don’t care (don’t care)
I no fear
money I got (Like all the time)
I get money, money I got (Trying to stop my shine)
I get money, money I got (I'll cock my 9, don't get outta line)
I
the notion that they runnin' the game, huh
I run my own and I'm my own self person
No respect make the situation worse then

Fillmoe, H.P. and Sunnydale,
money I got
(Like all the time)
I get money, money I got
(Trying to stop my shine)
I get money, money I got
(I'll cock my 9, don't get outta line)
here, I don't feel the love
R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P we just killed the club
Took patron to the head almost killed a thug

I'm in a brand
of my generation lay down in cemetery of clematry
Just take care
Just stay square
Just stay square

Don't look back
Beautiful soul
Don't look back
here, I don't feel the love
R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P we just killed the club
Took patron to the head almost killed a thug

I'm in a brand
here, I don't feel the love
R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P we just killed the club
Took patron to the head almost killed a thug

I'm in a brand
on my chest
You might wanna fit but I ain't all that

I'm way fucked up, I'm way tore back
And I don't give a fuck, I got it like that
They took a niggaz
about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P

I'm bout my money you see,
about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P

I'm bout my money you see,
'm just a square goin' nowhere
I'm just a square goin' nowhere
You used to walk by my side
Now you see me comin' now you hide
I see you here I see you
stash, I stack my money so tall
That you might need a giraffe
When you was countin this cash, nigga!

R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P we just killed
stash, I stack my money so tall
That you might need a giraffe
When you was countin this cash, nigga!

R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P we just killed
here, I don't feel the love
R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P we just killed the club
Took patron to the head almost killed a thug

I'm in a brand
the notion that they runnin' the game, huh
I run my own and I'm my own self person
No respect make the situation worse then

Fillmoe, H.P. and Sunnydale,
put money all in my pocket
I put square feet all in my house, got no reason to be rowdy
Keep all them squares from round me, Master P boy is you bout
the P.O.P
The P.O.P
The power of pussy (uh)
The P.O.P
That's the P.O.P
The power of pussy

Don't be silly we really out here you know
I never bring my
out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P

I'm bout my money you see, girl you can holla at me
If you fucking with
about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P

I'm bout my money you see,
it by my lonely
CB4 gangsters man they so gusto
24/7 all I do is hustle
Old folks in the hood call me p man
Double cups Styrofoam I sip lean man
rowdy by sayin na na na na na
I'm a cash deala'
A No Limit ass kicka'
I'm a bad nigga
Fast nigga
Ain't the last nigga
Keep my mind on my money
O.P.P., how can I explain it
I'll take it frame by frame it
To have y'all jumping, shouting, saying it
O is for Other, P is for Peoples', scratch