Lyrics:
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Know how to treat it, never take for granted, she got me trapped
[Chorus]
My money, money, money, my b**** is my money
Ohhh money you my honey
come out it’s to get lit or for the money/
I’m about strictly getting to it I don’t got a doubt of how I’m getting to the money/
No!
Hook
Pt.1
Gimme
Keepers Baby
Out Here PT.1 & 2
I'm the type to stand out
Never took a hand out
I got my shit planned out
Watch my plans pan out
W.O.H.
Never ran from
""dos cria"" é só no singular
Guardo essas rimas no meu pente
Agora eu to mec
One check
My money
Meu beck
Mil fitas
Mil tretas
Mais de cem mulheres
When they drop them bombs out of them planes
Using depleted uranium
Babies looking like two headed aliens
Follow the money trail it
Leads to the criminal
chain
2x
Inveja meu corre fasso money raim
Tô nessa onda o que salva é my gream
Dropo a bala dentro do meu Lean
Dentro do carro contando as de 100
to treat it, never take for granted, she got me trapped
[Chorus]
My money, money, money, my bitch is my money
Oh money you my honey
Money is my bitch
My money, money, money
Oh money you my honey
My money, money, money
Oh money you my honey
My money, money, money, my bitch is my money
Oh money
nigga, you Blues Clues
24 karat my chain, Mr. T pity the fool
Master P, No Limit money, bando jumping like a bungee
Kevin Hart, your money is too short,
do) Dog niggas (want a honey wit class?)
(Sometimes you want more than just a honey wit ass)
Uh, uh
Hey yo, who would ever think that the two would
do) Dog niggas (want a honey wit class?)
(Sometimes you want more than just a honey wit ass)
Uh, uh
Hey yo, who would ever think that the two would
o procede, vai toma só de rajadao de fuziu ou pt
Dia ta lindo to bonito to cheiroso foi dois click no pescoço elas me chama de periculoso
I love you
don’t hesitate
We got them Honeys, Honeys, Honeys
We getting money, money, money
We got them Honeys, Honeys, Honeys
Screaming “save me,” while they
TRU SHIT
Production By Solo Beats
Comin Down Smokin Green/Makin My Cream Servin Fiends/Sippin On Lean Then Pop A Bean 2 Project PT Ghetty
Y'all know what time it's
Your boy Pastor Troy going up
What it is Nick?
It's for all my niggas gettin that money
I'm a money junkie, nigga
I'm
Canteen
(Put that money in my books
I need that)
Honey Buns, batteries
Spicy veg soup
12
Stand by for Canteen
Standing by for Canteen
(Put that money In my
everybody gettin' paid in money
One for the money
Two for the money, uh
Three for the money
What the fuck is so funny?
Just 'cause you got the honey
Mann! 50! JR! B-day boy!
Man I feel like money! (man I feel like money!)
They're attracted to me! (oh, yeah?)
They come around like honey! (they
it, I'll b-b-buy it baby
I love it
I love it
When you talk about money
Cash money makes me horny
I love it when you talk money
Make that money honey
I bet you're wonderin' how I knew
'Bout your plans to make me blue
Some other guy you knew before
The two of us guy, woo
Took me by surprise I
the ghetto)
And now your hiding in your house and you kick them out
Verse II:Mike Beck
Ok I got money in my pocket, a honey at the crib
Car on the lawn, I'm
What, wha, wha, wha, wha
What, wha, wha, wha, wha
Cash Money Millionaires
Bout to take it there
Yellow Viper, yellow Hummer, Yellow Benz
me when I didn't have no money
Girl, you got me on a roll, honey
I don't need no money
Nashville made us even broker
Two jobs, still playing
dangerous
Take away my money
Throw away my time
You can call me honey
But you're no damn good for me
She came at me in sections
With the eyes
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