Lyrics:
crew, flippin' over 62's
'Cause GED wasn't B-I-G
I got P-A-I-D, that's why my moms hate me
She was forced to kick me out, no doubt
Then I figured out
when I get home
Everything I try to do for you
You always say that I'm wrong
I bring you home all my money
Except the little I keep for expense
And when
with me
Fly the skies and get high with me
On this ride you won't collide
Just confide in me
Try denying me
Ye dying violently
That's the way
You
I'm too good they put me in check
So believe when I say I'm no better than you
Except when I rap so I guess it ain't true
Like that y'all and you
Yeah, we goin' send this one out
To everybody that put mo' into they cars than they do they relationship
Let's ride
Two miles an hour, so everybody
bring the drinks
And I'll bring the posy
Side by side
He's always there when ya' need him
By side
One is lonely and two is boring
Think what
make that money dance
Top Forbes, poor formal education
Top floors, cop rooms no reservations
Gold in my grave, half a ticket in my coupe
Ex
with this
If it ain't green, it ain't me, that's no goddamn lie
Well show me big skrill and I will get live
Give up the loochie, I need it in a major
never been as broke as me, I like that
Now we're makin' this money, gotta get it while I can
When I was young I had two pair of Lees (besides that
The man who only lives for making money
Lives a life that isn't necessarily sunny
Likewise the man who works for fame
There's no guarantee that
from the 504
Live from the 504
Dro, fuck with me! yeah
Live from the 504 it's Mr crazy Flow
Jumping like a bungee, no rope
Even in the dungeon I glow
surprise me
I don't even want it back, shit it's off to the good
Can't even say I didn't know you would
Make a little money, get it from the bro
Bring
these blue rocks (yup)
Ayy, I can't put no money in my denim, it's just too much
Ayy, every time you see me, I got some new ice and like two cups
Ayy,
to college
Cause the way we live in society
It ain't really the way that it's supposed to be
And don't get close to me if you're contaminated
Take
[Chorus: x2 Ludacris & DMX]
Bet a hundred (bet a hundred) bet a thousand (bet a stack)
Bet a million (put yo' money where yo' mouth is)
Bet
reason
I've got you, see, and I've got to let you know
See we're rockin' in your area, rock beneath your balcony
My baby just cares for me, well, that's
The man who only live for making money
Lives a life that isn't necessarily sunny,
Likewise the man who works for fame,
There's no guarantee that
floor
My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks
I grew up looking at the niggas that was selling coke
Oh, I was raised by the stop sign
to control this?
I know some folk that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane Betsy
1965: I ain't
sleepwalkin
So all that bullshit you did, I know where you live
You better be on point when you walk in the rest
Your broke ass probably don't got a vest
lean lean
Tell em' I need two shots, by two o' clock
Plus that adds about two thousand, two drops
Pull up with my crew, sinara
ask that Jesus come to my life
And be my Lord and Savior
I receive Jesus to take control of my life
And that I may live for him from this day forth
the weakest nigga out the crew
I probably make more money off yo' album, than you
You see the respect I get every time I come through
Check your own videos,
that
People keep on tellin' me that you are here to stay
But I keep on telling them that you will go away 'cause wah?
Two wrongs can't make no
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