Lyrics:
a couple of seconds, turned my head
Fool puttin' down his weapons, so I did the same
Slipped my coat off, and jumped into a stance
To let this fool know
Villain man never ran with krills in his hand and
Won't stop rockin' 'til he clocked in a gazillion grand
Tillin' the wasteland sands
Raps
Villain man never ran with krills in his hand and
Won't stop rockin' 'til he clocked in a gazillion grand
Tillin' the wasteland sands
Raps
Yo
Hey yo, you all remember Shiro
Down low the money
Snaked by his girl and the friend he called his right hand
Things have been different from
This is a story about Tommy and Elaine
Just another case about the wrong path
It's gonna get ya
Tommy was a nobody
Throughout his childhood years
back streets making packs flip (Making packs flip)
Was just trying to get some money and be seen (Be seen)
I been dope before social this ain’t new to me
don't think ya know me, uh!
Live for luxury and wonderful kicks (Uh-Huh)
Like Money & Chicks (Money & Chicks)
All things that glitter gold is not what
You've gott a P I M P and all I want is the money
She went to work and the niggas were fiendin' yo
She had the biggest ass that you ever seen
In fact
his money on the tickets. What a bitch!"
Y’all entitled to your opinion
But, if I can’t be forgiven for introducing your teeth to a rack and pinion
Stack by any means net worth came from dope fiends
Recompress the raw found opiate in my urine screen
Biting the hand that feed you u niggas have no
Alexander Wangs
I been seeing all you lames from a thousand miles away
Bitch it's L I O
Crib like Noah's Ark cuz I get bitches by the 2
Fuck with L I O
to hit up his door
Clean up the block, it felt like a chore
Gucci Gabbana clexander the wang
cll in the studio smoking propane
I cin't really mean to say
about money then we're conversating
I'm smashing these hoes man I feel obligated
Go tell yo plug that fool over paying
Whatever he's weighing whatever
He tried to look like he had a little bit of money
A grifter with a southern drawl
Well I could tell right away by the way he was runnin'
That
killing for money
Now in jail, meditate, bout' the life that waste
And his bro that was killed, by the gang he was with
Which I did stop the banging,
dew
She be fucking you for money, nigga you's a fool
I pull up and then I'm serving, serving that dog food
Feel like a captain in that war, I got all
about us
'Cause we was all on the news
Fo' Mobb-Style murders
I crack a fool on top of his head
Wit' a strap
Told his bitch to come over here
She
you (type ho)
Until you get through (you know?)
I'll be waitin'
Now me and you was cool
But I ain't the one to play the fool
Can't make no money
8 ball sipping, the bitches are flipping
Slow down, I hit a dipping, continue my tripping
Hitting my switches, collect from my bitches
The money that
beating up his only friend
The only one that weren't pretend
And even gave him the money for the pen
From mice to men and then to rats
But only a snake
meaning of life,
It's a dang fool husband doesn't spring for his wife.
Chorus
A little spending money.
Money to burn.
Money that you did not
We pullin' up at yo party and we have a good time
We outside by that pool and now we makin' a dime
Have him pissin' in his pants nigga pass him
saggin'
Who attract attractive women a slap (damn)
Just so happens that his Mac
Is converted to rappin'
His satisfaction when he serves
Up his lyrical
like a bank teller
'Cause a fool and his dough soon split
So when you come across a fool get all that she be gettin'
Ladies, get your paper too
Don't
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