Lyrics:
now 118, call us now
Boy Better Know, that's the label now
Left dem yutes in a cradle now
Left dem with no milk in a bottle
Man wanna F with the team
(YANS)
Like foreal man, I can't tell what's real anymore
It's like I be numb to the chaos
Deadass, I don't be watching the news anymore man
Something
and bring your ass
home, baby I love you, al long as you got my money
[Pimp see talking:]
You know what I'm saying? It's 199 reits, know what I'm sayin',
Money is the root of all evil sometimes we get weak
Grind seven whole days feel like I been sinning all week
Drunk soul speakin' sober mind nigga
one seen us
On Pokey's burger -- everything on it -- even penis
But Kirk Pone went and told the man
1991 Grilled Cheese Tour -- a message to the B.A.N.
that one girl thats on me
One man army stand by myself never need a team
Same nigga say i switching nigga what u mean
Really think umma go for that
never stop us you understand
I've been doing this so long now we had a be for the mountain you understand man
Yeah alright peace to all the people I have
I see people hating other people
Tell me what's the reason
That your kid is hungry, you ain't got no money
What's the reason?
By the time
I'll settle for a brick
And if I call you a friend, I die for ya
That's even if we don't communicate on Facebook
Man I was raised in the trenches by
all day puttin' in work
Hoes didn't give a fuck and man that shit hurts
Used and abused no pain no gain
Sure them hoes tried to play us, but we still
I swear I do this shit to make a lot of money man
Wanted a lot of cash so I could be the money man
Live to my fullest and stay away from mermaids
years back he'd kill the black man
But he's killing the poc by giving them harsh sentences in prison
Why should they get it harsh and for a long time
there, stuck there, need a ladder
Ever see Nia Long, I'm gettin' at her (yeah)
You know I used a kitchen fork to mix the batter
Throw it on the digit
Everyday man smoke tree
Mumzy didn't like that
Peng gyal pouring my drink
She probably wanna spike man
Manaman see us on the street
I'm like
see my man, then he gotta go fly
Straight to the money, I ain't tryna go sleep
All by myself, one deep trying to creep
Got the antidote for a big tough
at that man, he the one made us rich
You ain't the only millionaires on the block no more
Your money is old nigga, smell that? That's new money nigga
We
of line, pumps and kicks, you will hold more than a few
Even when you're broke, you've got more money than sense
Don't roll with no funny-man friends
Us
money
And I'm too turned off by a dummy
For me to like you more than my grind
I gotta be in love with your mind
Got a couple girls juggle at the same
ridin or you dyin cause we swingin iron
Lox and Poppa, turning niggaz into Jim Hoffa
Who gon stop us, it's your last joint double copper
You gettin money
you that it would
A great big wall has come between us
And I wouldn't even love you if I could
So don't think it ain't been fun cause it ain't
Don't
boys off that Long Drive
You know we stayin playa made
You know we gotta strive
To the T-o-p, that's the top man
I'ma come through nigga down to bring
boys off that Long Drive
You know we stayin playa made
You know we gotta strive
To the T-o-p, that's the top man
I'ma come through nigga down to bring
Trackateering Music
Man, y'all did it with this one here, y'all
People love to use that quote
"I'm doin' it for the culture"
But what culture is that
Yessir
It's been too long since I've been in the studio man
I'm back bitch'
Know what the fuck going on man
Don't get lost in the sauce
Pussy nigga
Discuss these money man long us mix by jojo Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In