Lyrics:
(Sometimes I feel, like a motherless child)
(Yo yo guzzling forties, let's get it on fella, no doubt)
The wiley Wu-Tang comes back, Iron Man
bitch)
(Put your bathing suit on, it's hot)
Come on
Shake ya ass (come on), watch yourself (okay)
I'm the man (let's go) and no one else (come on)
stand up
Do whatever to make sure them bands up
I'm a G so you know I'ma man up
Everywhere I go I got them bands tucked
Too much money, I can't hold my
through the hood
Just stopped by to say what's up
And let you know
Your baby boy ain't doing so tough
And even though you passed
Going on four long
I stood in line and left my name
Took about six hours or so
Well, the man just grinned like it was all a game
Said they'd let me know
I put in my
I can't hear now
It can't get much worse than this now
Baby, how hard are you? Go 'head now
How long are you gon' stick around?
When the money get
the block and made nba money in one week
See I hustla in the hood and plus I fly birdies
And play the tracks out every month so I can ride dirty
Needed
grew
For an old local man, my old man knew
He was found in the morning, under the white land
A half-pint of Guinness frozen to his hand
Naked
with no lames
In the vip with the chicks and the thugs
They snuck me thru the back
I got my pistol in the club
I got drank by the pint
Gas by the pound
bitch)
(Put your bathing suit on, it's hot)
Come on
Shake ya ass (come on), watch yourself (okay)
I'm the man (let's go) and no one else (come on)
fantasize the shit you write, you guys like lying (yeah)
Everything you ever been through multiplied by nine (what?)
Ain't even half the shit I went through
to jail tonight?
Guess who's goin' to jail tonight?
God gon' post my bail tonight
Man, tell them haters open up the jail (open up the jails)
And you
about a calico bonnet from
Cheyenne to Tennessee
We flew straight across that river bridge,
Last night at half past two
The switch man waved his lantern
back to benny row
Bitches in my kitchen with the semi's on the floor
All I know I want him dead by tonight
With his head in his lap and his body
play, I ride, at, night, man
What
Hot Boys wodie, respect us
Representin' Cash-Money Records
It's warfare, you betta, vest up
But if you ain't
old
But the other half needs affection and joy
And the warmth that is created by a girl and a boy
I need love
I need love
Romance, sheer
My money three-sixty, you only one-eighty (That's right)
Half of the game too lazy (yeah)
Still sleeping on me, but I'm 'bout to wake 'em, yep
I'm
And I thought about a calico bonnet from
Cheyenne to Tennessee
We flew straight across that river bridge,
Last night at half past two
The switch man
(Don't whisper a word)
Give me money that's what I want
I want money (Half a million by Monday)
I want money (Or Roger Waters gets it)
Give me money
for it all week long
Times are lean and money's tight
A man's got to prioritize
I've learned how to sacrifice
I'm gonna drive a little less, walk
I have to do
And the man on the radio won't leave me alone
He wants to take my money for something I've never been shown
And I saw my devil, and I
heard he work hard
Got a half-million rhymes
And my bitch hit his
MySpace a half-million times
I laugh and get high
Gettin' straight to the money
And keep
thief, I'm just trying to eat
Man fuck the police and president (Georgia) Bush
So what happened to the levees, why wasn't they steady
Why wasn't they
on yo' dollar (get it, yeah)
Look at all these slave masters
Ay
Business time, I'm on mine, I be mindin' mine (make money)
Every time on my grind,
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