Lyrics:
on the juke
Brothers know the angle, it's the Star-Spangled black banner
Hook up the beats at the funk manor
If you want a roll, then the dough I be raking
(What these bitches want from a nigga?)
On some DMX shit
I group DM my exes
I tell 'em they belong to me, that goes on for forever
And I think
Blueberry Pie, he walks on by
And I don't know what to do
With that Blueberry Pie,
But I'm gonna try.
Oh, Blueberry Pie, sad and shy,
Won't you come
opponent
M.C. Ice T just microphonin'
33 and 1/3 revolutions per minute
This record is def because my heart is in it
Vocals laid by the Ice,tempos tight
how it goes in the land of broke
I dispose of those, rock shows, and collect my dough
Now I suppose I'm a bad guy, why?
I say hi, and try to stay
and they want they money
And it's so funny 'cause they know
I ain't got that kinda dough
Like it's my fault that she got on welfare
I told her we can go
mean
I want to blow up, stack my dough up
So school I didn't show up, it fucked my flow up
Mom said that I should grow up and check myself
Before I
it's not about the dough
So, baby, baby, if you want to be my lady
I'll forget the riches and the other itches
Mo' money, mo' money, Jam & Lewis here
tortilla
Through the path, to the stash where I post
I go via Sprinter or limousine-a
Get the clout, tuck my shirt, then I leave ya
So much dough, we
trust no hoes and trust no nigga, niggas either/ Try to take my weed, I got
More power than She-ra/ Dirty-South diva
I rise like Mya/ My high is comin'
for the ho flow? I want the dough flow
And fuck the po'-po', nigga keep a fo'-fo'
I gots to make a move and make it soon
I gots to take a block
everybody want to tap something
Go get your own don't make me have to fucking clap something
I love my shorty more than life now ain't that something
To love
should
Throw dough to her, like it ain't nothing to it
Get you whatever you like, I could,
But all I be givin' you tonight is just wood
Hood, to my
The price of fame I think I paid, want my change I done gave
Everything in my possession for my seconds on the stage
For my name up in lights
The general a criminal do low
Admit 'cause I'm wit it then I spit it and lit it
Niggaz timid in my vision I cause tension and thinkin'
By my presence I'm
the lines that she puts her face on
And this is not by accident
Anything can happen if you simply imagine it
My OG put a torch to the blunt then he's
with it, if you want it, then come and get it
Steady in the gym, nothin' but curls like I'm Hasidic
Too sick with it, since back when my cap was fitted
other shit
I got high price lifestyle, super bad bitch
If I want it, bet I got it
If I don't bet all I gotta do is
Go, get it, stay up out my business
records
Grimey! If you choose to live by the gun, young one, with hits
Five nine is my height
If I was ever to grow, tell y'all a lil' secret
Nobody got
bad ass chicks from the Moulin Rouge
Hey sisters, soul sisters
Gotta get that dough sisters
We drink wine with diamonds in the glass
By the case,
Now that I've established my career
I want to help some other brothers out here
Hook em up and let em make some dough
Flip Benz's and turn out shows
of the bridge, niggas die just to live
You want a beach, don't sleep 45 to ya wig
Represent Carol City, Dirty South ride wit me
M-I-Yayo on the map now it's my
to go
I want you to always know
I’ll be there when you get low
Get high
And so
Mya Trujillo
My Castillo
My sweet Leo
My tuxedo
In a land of t shirts
It’s
[Chorus - R. Kelly]
I'm a gigolo, spending lot's a dough
You can tell the way wide-body, sitting on vogues
And how I'm shining, wit the fresh, fresh
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