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was hustling
By any means
I flex
When I bome
To the scene
Looking so fresh
And so clean
I got a
Bad bitch yeah
She mean
You know I'm
Getting in between

a skateboard
Hit from the back, breaking her back, told lil mama just to take more
I'm still makin' money in tape mode
lil shawty gone fuck on the table
I'm

Robbin' of da Hood

King Sun

Strickly Ghetto

reform the fiends and hit off the needy
Makin our version of a ghetto Robin Hood
Confiscatin properties and reposessin all goods
The drugs we rob, re-sell

2 gone 

We gettin straight money 
We gettin straight to the money 
We getting straight to the money 
We getting straight to the money 

Written By

I'm livin my best life we makin money and we swim in the sea 
I'm livin my best life, yeah
I'm livin my best life 
I'm livin my best life lake surf up

of April 'cause we gon' act a fool, huh
Said this shit before, I'll say this shit again, huh
Bitch, we makin' money, don't need to make no friends
It's

up been makin' a new way my money never declinin'
Know my niggas with me we on perfect timin'
Makin' money off of rappin' on beats and my special

Man this beat's so lazy
And I've been so wavy
Drink by drink, going a little crazy
And I'm lit so early
I just want a bag and the game toe tagged
Smoke

getting wet and I'm makin' it rain
Sipping gin with the set
And popping champagne
Celebrations for the money
Cause we gettin' it clean
Job well done
But

Where should I begin?
I came here to win
Again and again
Ain't nothin' risked, yeah
Me and my friends, uh
Makin' these M's, uh
Pull up in

money, nigga, get it excited
The right club makin' things do karate
Fuck niggas snitchin' gettin' nigga indicted (uh)
And it's so on, big timer, get

by QC prepared me for the danger (hey)
My stick got a scope like a Texas park ranger
I look up to Mom and Mom only
I ran up a sack in some orange

SELLING DOPE IN THE RAIN CLEAN VERSION
(CHORUS)
ONLY GOD CAN JUDGE YOU
WHY THE ---- THEY LET HIM HANG YOU
HERB IF MONEY DON'T MEAN NOTHING WHY YOU

dough
Money makin' and the hoes
Anything other than satisfaction gon' blow
Heard through the grapevine you
Lookin' for me couldn't be
Cause if it was you

fucking told ya
But I'ma die lit, I'm never sober
Too consistent when I switch the flow up
If that dude is trippin', then his bitch I stole her
See that

black
Baddies all lit in the back
Got it lit like that
Got it lit like that
That’s why we do em like that
Had to do em like that
Had to do em like that

The Player Way

Eightball & MJG

Tha Remix Album

2005

Boy, Fat Boy 
And her friends the Rat-A-Tat, boy
Matter of fact boy, this is not a act boy 
The player way, keep the player makin' stacks boy

Lintballz

Ol' Dirty Bastard

The Trials and Tribulations of Russell Jones

2002

face this year, appear
On your TV screen, we stay green
Money makes the world go around, know what I mean-ean?
New team, fresh and clean clean on your

just have this, I just love money

I don't love nobody, uh
I call up my brudda he live by the gun
These niggas they talkin' that shit for the fun
I'm

Yo, it's like... I'm like a whole new person.... Wow, check it!

Guided through the 12 gateways by the Queen
Mother Afua you know that Goddess is

by City Hall found that London 
Has seen an increase of 71% 
In victims of serious youth violence since 2012
The Mayor says this is linked

friends I don't seek
And money ain't about shit
Except for old greed
And I don't need a mansion
By a big white beach
Gimme a fuckin' double wide
By

Yeah
She callin' me her favorite rapper, don't care, I know that she lying
Put her in my phone as G-5, she fly and good at keepin' it private
Makin

Jaiye till morning
Started with a spark
Now we so lit
Our target na the summit
Surely
You'll see
These fellas ain't ready for me
Them no ready
Shayo