Lyrics:
high fellas stand by, here's the plan, see
Sit back collectin' TECs and checks and
Flowin' slow in a Montero flexin'
Beats break heavily, word to INS,
high fellas stand by, here's the plan, see
Sit back collectin' TECs and checks and
Flowin' slow in a Montero flexin'
Beats break heavily, word to INS,
put that smoke and that drink in the air
And we gone party like its nineteen ninety nine
Me cato tec gonna do our thang
If you act right maybe you can
Rage Rov
Cash Money, Young Money, ho that money age old
And can't a cage hold this animal from Hollygrove
Sorry mami I be stoned, I be, I be, I be
know what I'm doin'
Ridin' real clean
They're like, Quan, why you actin' nice
I know you really mean
Got this big-ass TEC-9
Eating on some beef
YG, I'm
blinded by you
(Blinded by you, blinded by you)
I was in the back you ain't see me
I know you gon' be mad when you see me on the TV
Had to get the cash, man
what's brackin'?
Niggas know I put the K in crackin'
Look at my money, it's everlastin'
Me and my niggas, we young and wildin'
Y'all talkin' tough, you
nothing (all for nothing)
Chasing money, i ain't worried about no bitch, yeah
Dangerous cause i ain't everybody friend
Used to keep a nine
Was never
Just in case you forgot
We go by The Runners (hold up)
Chris Brown
This what we do
We do this
I be throwin' up my cash, actin' like money
na
Cash fetishes
Cash fetish forever man
Na na na na na na
Na na na na na na
Na na na na na na
Cash fetishes
Cash fetish forever man
Money lies by my
Fuckin' wit me is not so need nine mo'
[Bun B]
Now the internet,radio,prison even the t.v.
All askin' me tah spit the meaning of B-U-N-B
Well let's
Fame and money's where many get their identity
That's dead to me, that's detrimental like leprosy
People dreaming of getting rich by any means
yourself
(Radio presenter)
“Ha ha ha! All right and now for our New York listeners, 96.9 is serving up a hot plate of Money Mountain, the new single by
a playa twisted in that bullshita
And game splita I'm also a wig splita your ass getta
Shoot up by the 9 mila, your cap I drilla
When fucking with real
away like you fake
Straight out PA short Texas, servin' trees on the West
A money makin' machine, nigga I do it best
With the cream and the cash, by any
even if she had to shake that ass
Fucked up, her money ain't accumulatin' that fast
Lorraine know it's real, 'cause sex controls America
Turn the TV
hittin' it from the back and guess what? (what?)
I was grippin' my TEC, nigga (yeah)
9th grade, I was late, nigga (yeah)
Had a closet full of minks,
If you want the money
Better go get the money
Cause the money won't come to you
Don't nothing come free
Get the fuck from round me
No suckers round
going to give it a go, got my music business under control
Positioning my content for cash flow, the last thing I want to do is lose my dough
Started from
played by a honeyDIP
But now I'm on the money TIP so now I call the honeydip honey BITCH
And swing hardcore because that's where I come from (yeah)
I
the world
Its in the plan (cash, bricks)
9 in my lap
Extended clip
We shoot at your mans (bricks, what)
Order the pack, serving it back,
Getting the bands
tried to tell 'em
I just hope pretty soon that somebody smell 'em
My lyrics get deeper and deeper
Mack 10, twelve gauge, Tec-9 plus a Street Sweeper
wieder skinny
Unter'm Louis Gürtel, Tec-Nine (hol mal die Tec)
Allen Zeilen müssen facts sein (alles)
Deine Schlampen kommen mit Dessous (ficke die
to
Hold my Tec on the side if you want to
Keep it real
Please don't lie if you want to
By the way I get it, I'm in and out
Ain't no telling ooh, it ain't no
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