Lyrics:
a motherf***in' plague that spread
It's epidemic; forgotten, forgotten it got worse
I keep my head on straight, makin' money 'cause it's cursed
Makin' money
hot girl cause a heat wave
I look good on weekends and weekdays
Can't deal with nobody beneath me
I’m 24 getting money 23 ways
(Gimme some of that)
it goes,
You wanna get that dough.
I'm makin it but I'm still hungry,
But whatever it takes I gotta go get this money.
[Verse 1:]
When I first jumped
Speedin' through, two seater coupe
We ain't part of illuminati, we just the realest crew
We dream too, that's how Madonna got smashed by Peter Shue
You
a cop or two
'Cause me and the crew could still get our rocks off
The penitentiary don't stop a nigga 'cause he's in jail
Hell I'm makin' more money
'cause her pussy pop
I run it like Nike, we got it on lock
Cash, money, checks, cash
Addy, Birkin, brand new extendos
I just wanna fuck the bitch by
Now tell me do you see
Life's so hard on a nigga when you livin' like a G
[Repeat 2X]
Daz in this motherfucker
Alright bwoy, drop that shit
my niggas on the grind from the west
Cali is my home but its just like yours
Niggas love to get money while they fuck they whores
Hit all
Well, I walk through this world livin' day to day
I see the people, hear what they have to say
Take a look at the ethics, morals, and goals
Makin
around a biscuit
Whole lotta money, whole lotta bitches
Whole lotta cars, whole lotta riches
I'm the one that put your ho up on a mission
Yeah I got
blowin'
Pourin' this D'ucé in these two cups
Sippin', killin' these niggas like I'm
Jimmy from the Ku-Klux
Yeah, I'm makin' money now, I'm on tour
These
a cop or two
'Cause me and the crew could still get our rocks off
The penitentiary don't stop a n**** 'cause he's in jail
Hell I'm makin' more money
main
$hort Dawg, I don't know why you tryin' to leave this game
State to state, plenty hoes and plenty money to make
Writing raps, makin' more than
don't play by the rules makin' no sense today
Gotcha on line so you think it's okay
Better built cell block, mos def say
That's where you gonna stay,
Now tell me do you see
Life's so hard on a nigga when you livin' like a G
[Repeat 2X]
Daz in this motherfucker
Alright bwoy, drop that shit
necks
I don't fuck with groupies but I have group sex
2 Chainz name ringing like a telephone
And all I eat is beats, and yellowbones
Pockets so
stayin' healthy, now I'm makin' music
I'm gon' strive to success and I'ma try my best
I'm fourteen and already thinkin' about death
Damn, I was raised by
going with the Verse
All these chains on a nigga need two necks
I don't fuck with groupies but
I have group sex
2 Chainz name ringing like a telephone
You're working like a monkey
Who's been training by a sick junkie
On a mission to get money
For a new suit and tie
To wear to a reception
and
Them hating and them ho niggas
My wrist 30 below niggas
My bitch gotta ho with her that ho
(MayDay, 2 Chainz)
Came in this mother fucker by myself
When I
dolphins need two coffins
All she want is some heel money, all she need is some bill money
He take his time, he counts it out, I weighs it up, that's real
the money is white not black
You might not believe it but it's like that
When you come to my show, watch me throw
Down with the other
I'm so motherfuckin' true like I'm 2 Chainz
Ridin' in that Mayweather with your boo thing
Every summer I pop up with some new chains
In these
And I'm, stickin' to it
And I'm, stickin' to it
And I'm, stickin' to it (Yeah!)
And I'm, stickin' to it
And I'm, stickin' to it (2 Chainz!)
And I'm, stickin'
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