Lyrics:
Get money, that's simply the plan
True Chocolate Mack who's pocket's fat
You wanna rock nigga, rock to that with Bad Boy
You like the way I do
don't knock you I just blame it on your own head
Pork on the fork, widen the pot
By any means if you like it or not
Malcom X, by any means
Many fourteen
Look, uh, I said
Guess who's back in this bitch
Wit' a fat sack to roll ready
To smoke up in this bitch
It's the kid they call Danko
Black James
How freaky can you get to a long fat dick
Hella freaky like i said to a song that hit
I'm the dirty rapper Too Short, the triple X
Run up in
you nigga,
I got the 40/40 made by two jiggas,
I make you "Holla, Holla", I Ja Rule niggas!
The lion's in the room, what up Fat Joe?
I'm Curtis'
There all in their places, each with a heavy load
Seemed like just good people tarnished by the sun
They all seemed to be living as one
Up in those
on the topic, so stop and gimme my props, kid
I'm living large like a fat bitch
So get back, bitch, I'm hard to bogart, so the fact is
This young black kid
strong
Salinas, Filipinas, they come one by one
All lined up, and they ready for fun
Short ones, tall ones, beautiful ones
B-boys, b-girls, ready
your name?
My name is Money, that much is true
Listen up, this what I'm gon' do
I won't wait for you to get a lil' bigger
I hit you with the tec-9,
And the way that I survive is pumpin nickels and dimes
Pumpin rocks on the corner pumpin rocks cause I wanna
The little Don Ho drug dealer ? performer
(Hip-Hop Scratch)
Summer of 86' I was ten years old
(Punked a every three rock)
You know I got soul!
Mr magic BLS Screaming right out of the box
I
fat, fat, fat, fat
Fat, fat, fat, fat
My ass too fat, fat, fat, fat
Fat, fat, fat, fat
I like how she
Rock, rock, rock, rock (how she)
Rock
(ohh-oh-ohh, all the above)
Uhh, uhh (ohh-oh-ohh)
[Beanie Sigel]
Yeah, Mr. Him F'Real is here
Curbside by Atlanta, got a mill' out there
Billionaires Boys
is twisted, funky realistic on the ill shit
I rock it 'til, bitches start givin' up that punany
Pajamies, up the coochie, pass the clit, pass
loud, like a lion's roar
Stare into the eyes, the eyes of forever
Hear no evil see no evil, Helen Keller
No music on, rock it acapella
And I don't
rock solid, come touch that
I'm fuckin' you like I'm upset
Chockin' you, long stroking you
Say you came twice, not enough yet
Because a cat that fat
your bitch shit
I got love for your bitch
I got mud for your bitch
Lil Peep shawty, bitch I feel like Fat Nick
(ay)
Lil Peep shawty, I got diamonds on my
T but what's more important
To me is that don't be comin' 'round my girl
Tryna act like Mr friendly
And steal the spotlight like Mr bentley
I spotted her
stunt, I style, I flash the shit (uh-huh)
I gets what the fuck I want, so what I trick? (Yeah)
Fat-ass Birkin bag, some classy shit (haha)
Jimmy Choo
life, put a lil fangs on ice
Would u rather be broke, sit yo ass on a porch
I just might nut I'm yo head, u can tell by the clean
I just might pull out
be movin' the tan rock
That's the end of that, no, I cannot talk a lot
Man, these niggas out here, I swear they talk a lot
Drive-by on a rat, you
the back
I wait for niggas to trip ‘cause, bitch
I love to scrap i went from rocks to zines
Writin' raps and movies
I went from trustin' these tricks
Now
Lil Wayne:
Yeah (take me out, take me out)
ok now it was me and Mrs. C
we was chillin by ourself
both of us just popped a pill
and now am feelin'
lobs
Call me, try to shoot you, bet I miss your ass in danger
Lil' clique gettin' into the chamber like the Long Ranger
Mr. Mr. Cop, I mean Mr. fuckin'
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