Search results for 'money made by acdc' Page #1,472

fucked up to go by yourself and left me
I was on Wesley when you said you'd be back then all had to get messy
Why you get messy?
Why you ain't just check

ISIS (ISIS)
And i know i was made to inspire (Ay-ay-ayy)
Ambition makaveli i'm a rider (I'm a rider)
You ain't had the fire or desire (Ayy)
Do you love

off
I never really had a reason
I never really had a reason
To call this thing off
I stand by the road with
A handful of cinnamon
Waiting for the sky

her debit card
I went to burger king to
Get a chicken sandwich, Nigga
Hoes do anything for money
Even if they gotta do a little sinnin'
She tryna fuck

y'all money by May
I came with the gang
That's how we mobbing today
I came with an AR and I came with a K
Like which one should I grab?
How I'm feeling

Now I'm blowin' money all
Alone at Barney's
Yeah, isn't it funny? Everybody
Loves me right now
I'm spendin' more on taxes than
I made last year (Last

man are preying on me 
God save the streets been through hell and it made a beast 
Incredible scenes got targets so they aim at me 
love when they hate

(Nothing, nothing)
I went to a cafe alone today
It made me think of him
Damn, can't I just enjoy my coffee?
Haunted by the past
Even though I wouldn't wanna

It's so chilled out bro, it's very wavy
I'm on my wavy shit boy
Y'know I don't really know who
Made the beat bro but it's okay

Wake up at 11PM,

Yeah, if these walls could spit bars
I talk about my life
And that shit made me a star
Number one in the section that
I'm from by far
I thought niggas

(Me cante usar dinero)
(I really like to use cash)
(Deadman made it)

I get that check like the first of the month
My trap house, break a key
We can

Russia
Chop' made it rain, nigga, like I'm Usher
He a goofy nigga, Chris Tucker
That bitch is a dyke, no I can not love her
Oh she wan' eat me like supper

by the pound
Laid up with some money
You know I lay it down

I just need that gas and a stack
The way I'm gettin' to it might just crash
(Then we burn)

the whole cup right now
You is not slow as me
"Lil duwap bad" shut the fuck
Up this is poetry
"You made better music when
You still fucking hungry"
Pull

Title: Hustle Wont Stop
Written by: LE

Hook:

2X : As long as I’m breathing know the hustle won’t stooo-oop
we keep grind’n even though we

on the M-A-D
If the money ain't there, got to B-Y-E
S-sorry little mama got to G2G
Got a price on his head for the E-Y-E
I'm settin' bombs on these niggas,

keep on pushing
Gotta keep on working
I can't stop yelling fuck though
I gotta keep on shittin'

All we wanna do is get money
Seem like errbody want some

asian flow
Video smoking dope with a asian ho
Throwin up L's thats the way it goes
I made it bro, and I hate it though
I just say so, and chase that dough

and run
Told her bring her friends, I got my niggas
Wе can have some fun
VVSs shining in the dark
I do not need the sun
If the money call before I see
You

I can't eat and I can't sleep
Where am I going, who will come with me?
The signs are there for all to see
But I am blinded by my enmity

I cut

you ever made me hurt
There's lessons to be learned, as you walk upon this earth
And I will tell you as I've learned, loving you will get me burned
I

had enough, bitch I had enough
I said "Where my money", he like "Bro
Be patient" better have my dollars
Hoe don't keep me waiting
Get down on your

just like a Rasta blowing on that reef
After i kill yo Pussy ass
You goin in the reef
Ain't nobody help me out i made a way for me
Doin sum good for

the fuck were you? Wanna
Come by when my money long
Finessin' off some elbows
I done hit my funny bone
The keys inside of the Trackhawk
Pressin' buttons like