Lyrics:
makin' cream
On the drug scene, fuck a football team
Riskin' ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen
Hearin' the coach scream ain't my lifetime dream, I
mornin 'cause I'm strugglin'
Like drinkin' liquor make the money come quicker
Gettin' pages from my bitch it's time to dick her
I ain't in love with
I get money, II get money
II get, I get, I get, I get
(Don't ask me how I get it, it get it aiight)
I get money, money is got (Ah, ah, I get it)
II
money, yeah I'm tryin' get this cream
Not a lot know what I mean, for this rap shit I'm a fiend
Not one to talk about poppin' pills and sippin' lean
witnessed
He rollin' in my Caady mo'
Wit' fly bitches,
Makin' ole deals: Now, ho (huh, huh)
Ain't Bob Barker
But I'm caught up in this game
Mo'
under the seat
Mash, mission mode, my thoughts are cold
Plots and plans for scams, money bags of gold
Roll and collide, homicide vibes inside
Thug Life
And stabilize economies, shopping spree
Copped a V, we stay driven by a lotta greed
The saddest sight is when the parasites bottom feed
The game of Monopoly,
the same bitch
Could build a building with
All of these bricks
Money gymnastics, I'm makin' it flip
Jacket got zippers, ain't smokin' a zip
Told baby girl
listened,
I'm always on this money makin' mission,
Sold a car an a truck in Oakland fo that Lex,
Jock loaned me five an I was rollin' that bitch.
the dirt
Nigga, I leave you shell shocked
From project streets to cell blocks
Glock 45 with the tail cocked
Makin' jacks by no means
Pocket full of crack
with your weak drum beats
tellin' all your people you can hang with me
Count 1 to 10 count 10 to 20 and I'll just keep on makin' money
Life is Too
makin' cream
On the drug scene, fuck a football team
Riskin' ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen
Hearin' the coach scream ain't my lifetime dream, I
Chorus: Money over here money over there/Pistol on the counter chopper by the stairs/I be makin' fee I be makin' fare/Get it poppin ni**a we can take
I put my life on the line
I roll them dice and I'm fine
'Cause all I ever dreamt about was makin' it
They ain't giving it, I'm taking it
I'm
We got checks like Nike
Money excite me
See the cash, ahh, eee
Now the jakes can't stop me
Keep my money overseas
Some where by palm trees
Do this
chances
Just to drink lean in them benzes
2 Chainz!
I want my trapback
I said that I want my trapback
I'm from the apartments, used to walk around
the back, my AR-15
Thuggin' 'til I die, these streets got me cravin' Thorazine
My lyrics are blueprints to money makin'
Fat as that ass that honey shakin'
task
The police wanna know who's under the mask
Who makin', breakin' yourself for the jewelry and cash
Like Luda' I'm 2 Furious and 2 damn Fast
(And
the time. I hope you don't object if I
Speak my mind
Don't forget the purpose of the mission,
Or Nomis will be swallowed by its sun.
Each one of you is a top
make 'em feel empowered
'Til they're fertilizin' soil
Pushin' flowers, yeah
What do Lil Wayne
Rick Ross and 2 Chainz all have in common?
They make
chase that.
I remember chasin' the green, feelin' blue.
Only check I'm countin' is the mic check, 1-2.
All I wanted was the money and the fame
[Intro:]
Can I make money motherfucker? (Yeah)
Is that alright wit'chu? (No doubt)
Can I travel? (Word, Skull & Bones)
Can I have a nice motherfuckin
[Bad Azz]
We confined to these wordly ways, it's unchanging
The money makes, murder the kids, and gangbangin
The stock market crashed, they watchin
on my wall
Diamond dripping like a faucet
Big bag, I want a big bag
If it ain't gettin' money, you can skip that (skip that)
Big bag, I want a big
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