Lyrics:
Who is he, Mr. Rand McNally?
I had I dream that mystery was me. Now who else could I be?
I dreamed I went to England and met the spice girls
diamonds by the boatload
Come with the Tony Romo for clowns and all the bozos
My AP goin' psycho, lil' mama bad like Michael
Can't really trust nobody
feel me? Suckin' dick, runnin' your lips
'Cause of you, I'm on some real "fuck a bitch" shit, uh
Fuck bitches, get money (what?)
Fuck niggas, get
I'm a hot dog hood nigga
But I live my life like I'm a rock star
Shot bar, fuck no
Take me where the bottles at
Mr rose baby, get a lot of that
Copy
This is a mean old world
Try livin' by yourself
This is a mean old world
Try livin' by yourself
Can't get the one you're lovin'
Have to use
Leave blue green footprints that glow in the dark.
I hope they get home alright.
(Chorus)
Both: Hey Mr. Spaceman,
Won't you please take me along.
I won't
So call up the line
Get down wit', down wit' us
[Chorus]
This is a request Mr. Radio Man
Just one desire from a hip-hop fan
Hey DJ (you're
That girl look familiar
Real recognize real, that's familiar
I be ridin' the whip that ain't familiar
Getting to the money, that's familiar
Ohhh
too much
I've seen enough, I have seen enough, to know that I have seen too much
See 'cause Mr. when you're rattling
On heaven's gate
By then it
you fade away money come every day
You can get it anyway
See I'm gettin' it every way lil Kodak
Salute me I'm Mr k where is my cape?
Super Koly save
just lil' old me
Mr. Don't-Give-a-Fuck still won't leave
I'm a criminal
'Cause every time I write a rhyme
These people think it's a crime
To tell
enough money to pay me respect
Ain't no budget when I'm on the set
If I like it, then that's what I get, yeah
I want it, I got it, I want it, I got it
and wash my hands
Take a knee, and thank the Man, then get back to the money
You ain't know I gotta go
Where ya goin'? I gotta get back to the money
You
I've been gone all winter but now a nigga back
To get the money, the money
The money, the money, the cake
And you mutha fuckas lookin' like steak
nigga, R.I.p Kobe (yeah)
You was like a dad to a nigga, so I'm sad my nigga
Had to get you tatted on me (true)
I keep the niggas that I trust by my side
Oh yeah, I got the perfect song for the kids to sing
And all my people that's
Drug dealin' just to get by
Stackin' money 'til it get sky high
[Chorus]
[Ice Cube + (Lil Jon)]
It goes one for the money (HEY) two for the show (YEAH)
Three for the p****, fo' for the glow (HEY)
Five for
school
Al banco voy a abrirle una cuenta
Pa' meterle miles miles y matarile
I get's money, en mi bloque hay misiles
Hay que comprarle chemises y
than every (ooh) star above
Mr. Big Stuff
Who do you think you are?
Mr. Big Stuff
You're never gonna get my love
Now I know all the girls I
out there, I'm comin'
(But I still know this is the life, baby, baby)
Let's go get 'em Just
Time to duck, fire
Duck, fire, duck, fire
Duck, fire,
he collect it
Can't even get a job cause he got a jail record
So what's left? No hopes of a career
So yeah, he's callin' Mr. Welfare!
Mr. Big
that'll take you out, dawg
Leaving niggas hungry but you eating Mr. Chows, dawg
Where the love at? Where the love at?
I'll give up all this money to get
[Swiss Beats] Money, cars, clothes, hoes [x2]
I'm from the ghetto so gimmie my money
[Lil Wayne] Mr Angel on the beat
Young mula baby, and the devil
Still trapping out the house with
The boards on the window
I got chickens I got biscuit's
Like I'm Mrs winners
We been getting guap since a beginner
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