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Wheel spin You got no money, you got no home Spinning Wheel all alone Talkin' 'bout your troubles and you You never learn Ride a painted pony Let
Lookin' for some bankroll Cash app, money in the safe Put it in the rave Bankroll bankroll Came with the backpack Sippin' on lean Lookin' for some bankroll
others They will tell you to save money They want you to save money So, they can lend out More money ten times If your dollar becomes ten times worthless
Why is Disney So wealthy? Cause he gets his Mickey money Why do grown ups Love Mickey? Cause the Mickey looks so funny Choose working over mickey
These niggas weak whack, I twist 'em like weed raps Still on my Nino Brown Still getting G-money on G packs No stunna man bussin' like Dunna Man it's
than my hands Might just mean it's not meant to be held? Cause that's growing up again Well I'll just give you all my money Tell me what you want Red is
We gon get to this money (Yeah) We gon get to this money (Yeah) Girl are you fucking with me though Let me know Girl are you fucking with me though
(DJ Swift on the beat, CashMoneyAP) (Mook On The Beats) Ayy, I come from the Nawfside You heard me? (yeah) Whole lot of killin' whole lot of, you
Yeah it’s a funny bunny Think my money funny and I’m steady comin’ Bitch you know, I been on that road Chasin’ to that dough Tech nose, stuffed inside my
(Bitch ass nigga, how you wan' do it boy) Hop out the car with that five Laid in this bitch tryna kill every lie Money go talk while im driving a mile
Fuck that shit, we made it, smash the coupe Smash the coupe He can't get no pass, we be on his ass Still got the money comin' through, yeah Yeah slidin'
chasing after money Stop for nothin' I been real impatient Keep that on the under it come Out we switching up locations Kill that pussy bitch and at His
Got my money fel bag (papa, papa, papa, papa) They're hating on me, je sais Got my money off a bag (papa) They hating on me واش سحاب ليك غانرجع لور،
If it ain't about them stacks I don't really want it Clocking up them racks come on talk up on it Talk up on that money I'm only talking money yeah
paid mo' Money doesn't make a man, I got my own dough Give a fuck if you're a baller, a boss, a high roller I got my own queso Call me Young Qdoba
on (High) The heat is on (You know) Me and my two mans gave money twenty grand For a scam that'll get the condo in the sand And chances of gettin'
I get my money just once a week Then I go walking in the High Street All those posters try to catch my eye Saying come in and buy me I said 'my
ветер в голове Выдыхаешь никотин, money на нуле Твой образ не покинет меня еще долго В каждой наколке, в рваной футболке ты Я запомню тебя таким, ветер
Dont give me love dont give me dont give me love Dont give me dont give me love i dont give fuck Give me the money una hoe give me the money una hoe
Brown sugar That good love That sweet stuff, Oh Brown liver Dark liquor Thicker, baby Money is the move Body is the move That bitch is the move I am
My gal is red hot - your gal aint doodley squat! Yeah! My gal is red hot - your gal aint doodley squat Well she aint got money, but man she's
The economy is The economy is The economy is a thing The economy is a thing Made up of Money and numbers Money and numbers Numbers on screens
Come on baby Let me blow your mind Let me do what I want to you Let me do what I want to you I keep chasing (Money paper hoes) Oh no yeah lil' boy I
Baby You knowww Baby u know i ain't like those guy yea Head up on my shoulder Ima ride yea I got money on my Mind and my pockets I got money on my
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