Lyrics:
were up in New York on your honeymoon
Tonight I'm down, in Tennessee
I got that letter you wrote, it tore me up
But I don't have anyone to blame but
starter coats
Laflare entertainment by myself
But I used to have a high right, low left
Gettin' money by da truck loads
Rollin up big fat el productos
Followed by a tractor and a half lame mule
Dust flyin' as they picked up speed
Faces beaming goodness and their jaw's set hard
Good people just doin' what's
where you, no way you always sitting Ferris (wheel)
Look into the mirror, changes scare me
M.O.B that's how the rich got rich
22-20 make a real nigga
the penitentary
The judge said "Is this that thug, from the kit kat club?"
But I got enough chips stacked up to make a bitch to back up
[Cam'Ron]
Killa, I pinch
that, the kick back
Freeze up like water
PA 1-5 nigga, like to stay high nigga
Hoes call me first class
Cause I stay fly nigga
I'm known to skate by nigga
Why ma friends calling my phone nigga
Fuck, I messed up men
Yeah uh yeah, 22 22 22 22
Yeah uh, 22 22 22 22
Friends, friends, friends, friends
Pull up
I was seventeen
Just gettin' started
Every weekend was a non-stop party
Chasin' girls and cruisin' town
It was nightclubs all through my 20's
got to come by in the middle of the week
Bro, she's not the coolest out the crew
I know there's one for me, I'm sure there's one for you
Fire up an L,
they don't want to holla
If you ain't got 20's if you ain't got dollars
Bitch fuck that shit we still gon pimp
We go ride through the streets we go hit
To keep food in my tummy
Tha ghetty ghetty green
On them 20's ridin' clean
Cause paper chasin'
Just I'm like a fiend
It's yo boy Project Pat
Never
, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up
I know I don't deserve it cause of how I messed up
But alright cool, sit and listen
I'm missing your kiss and now
And they tryna run up on me but I always keep a stick
Stacking chips and counting blues
Strapped up with .22's
Bodies dropping left and right
But we still
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
fine, got you in my sight
I surrender, won't put up a fight
You're my darling, I adore you
I'll stand by you, always be true
Spaced up kid, won't
you see one
And don't try to be one, you fuckin' peon
I been like Deon for eons
You ain't nothing but a biatch
Messed around and let me read up
I
So, another playin' boy might find it there
Skip it back not knowin' his part
In this messed up game, in this messed up game
Juggled in the hands
true love
So I hope this will remind you
When it's for real, it's forever
So don't forget about us
And if she's got your head all messed up now
real
10's 20's 50 and 100s
You better keep making money
Your future is waiting
So go get that money
Uh Uh
Hold Up
Can't fuck with me
Made it outta
say "guess what?" (What? What?)
Reading stories to some other nigga kid
And I wonder why I'm all messed up (up, up, up, up)
'Cause we gotta be
guess I've run out
I was 25, deciding about my come up
It took me 5 years to finally drop my album
The friends that we keep by the time we're spending
no L's
Plug like AOL, who say that I ain't gon' sell?
Hand me the H, I'll sell
She said, "I got it, nigga"
I said, "I ain't gon' tell"
Buy it by
niggas to shame
You doing spreads with all of them 20s
Please put them lil bitty racks away, woo
Upping sticks, while I'm up in dicks
While you suckin'
on some hood shit)
Every time I roll up, niggas holla, "Roll up"
Then I tell 'em hold up, you ain't gettin' money
You ain't smoking in my Benzo, 20
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