Lyrics:
And the weeks fly by and the years roll on
You spend your whole life dropping nickels in the bucket
Wakin' up at dawn
And while Jackie bestowed the joys
defined by a bill
Money never made you real
How it make you feel?
No ground Boy you know you gotta plan for you build
Funny how they never want the safe
the dash fast like sonic then i gotta go
Cause all i wanna do
Is watch cartoons
On a Sunday afternoon
Got money on mind
Relaxing chillin by the pool
Cause
No Chris rock
On your block
Not an actor
I am your
Favorite rapper's
Favorite rapper
Know mathematics
Niggas not a factor
Break this shit down
By
kinda wild
Mostly on the down low
Now and then I hit a disco
Sport suit's, drink milk, never Cisco
I read the funnies, watch Bugs Bunny cartoons
And at my
the weather or this ice got me nippy
Money cycle like circles, bags of bills crown royal purple
Lick me fresh, but do me like milk, cuz I love being spoiled
when the money in her face
My young nigga caught his ass on camera, keep showin' it like a highlight tape
Heardheaded, we ain't care what Simon say
listenin', scary bitches started shittin' and pissin'
You might see him on a milk carton, dog, he still missin'
Somebody might catch him up on a hook when they
herb.
Built by the best to bust swerves, like a sharp curve.
Fifty percent on wax, no matter of fact.
Every nine out of ten rap acts produce a wack
the masses.
Come on, come on and give us blood & money.
Color T.V.s with super-sonic sound.
Bow down before the land of milk and honey,
Or we'll burn your
not much to look at
A futon on a floor
Torn-off desktop for a door
All the decor's made of milk crates and duct tape
And if we have sex
They can
back my love
Come back and be my honey oh
And I swear by the moon and stars up above
That you never will want for money oh
Oh no oh no I'll not come back
Steady son come seven come eleven
If either one of us can count that high
Muscatel if the deal gets dicey
Milk and honey in the by and by
Darkling
my Problem
Focus on my grind
Money on mind
If you see me nah you go hide
Because I nor de reason your Pride
I nor de reason your pride
Came from
nigga, put my money by my teeth
Yeah and it’s magic whenever I hear the beat
But give me a hundred keys y’all
A never hear from me, shit
Young Money
at
A futon on a floor
Torn-off desktop for a door
All the decor's made of milk crates and duct tape
And if we have sex
They can hear us through the floor
TheboyKAF, the spiritual producer
Let's get it
Hahahahah, look, yeah
Eey, We feeding on beef you're feeding on milk
African boy we live in the field
a dude could brag I'm a get to the bag
Got my mind on my money money money is mine
I don't mind the money and there's money to mine
Money money mine money
are all singin'
As they drag you by your feet
But the hangman isn't hangin'
So they put you on the street
You go back, Jack
Do it again
Wheel'
AR with a laser bitch I might just come and beam ya
Yea your money a disaster you should go and call up FEMA
We never played the same game so get out
They say you happy you don’t need to write no sad song, uh
They say you happy, uh
All my niggas want us bills and the money
I just my tea with
outside man I need the milk
wow
Stop for a second for now
She want all of my attention baby no not now
I got bigger and slacky ambition Colorful thoughts
that gave away all of his money
Cause all he ever needed was the milk and the honey
So what are you waiting for you know what to do
You've gotta all
that gave away all of his money
Cause all he ever needed was the milk and the honey
So what are you waiting for you know what to do
You've gotta all
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