Lyrics:
and jeans
(jack move jack)
Its only by the good of God
That we make it past 25 on my boulevard
(and we still here)
Hmmm and Lord knows my hood is hard
Fuck
Sally was a waitress at the depot down on main
Blue eyed blonde, black skirt on, drove every boy insane
But Sally held out her heart for a love
, ignite the world
Money make my dream come true
Yeah, me love it when you whine, mi girl
Haffi get a night with her
Yeah, me love it when you whine, mi girl
people know him by the name of, uh, Microphone Mike
But those of us who know him well call him Michael Troy Nine
Give it up, give it up
I wanna give
Money ain't a thing
That's why you can't buy me
Want to distract the world
Have something shiny
Want to jack the world
Have something shiny
Have somethin
In a little country village not very far away
There lived a rich but aged man whose hair was turning gray
He had three sons three only ones both Jack
Man, Project Pat in the house
This go out to all the real niggas out there havin' money
Ghetty green, that cheese, that feddi, that loot
Better
And the butterflies you felt said it all
You were falling for the boy inside your locket
Back in forty three, the brown-eyed boy went overseas
And had to leave town
know you love club music nigga, but you ain't got a jack in your body
You fake ass niggaz, gettin' screened like a short pass
And if you incorrect,
know you love club music nigga, but you ain't got a jack in your body
You fake ass niggaz, gettin' screened like a short pass
And if you incorrect,
with Christ in mind
Love protects, Love always trusts, His Spirit directs us over lusts
Love hopes, Love perseveres, three stranded rope to avoid
Spread the love, nothern and southern hemisphere
Black Eyed Peas took it out of the stratosphere
We made it to the top livin' on a prayer
Nation
spit my money flow
Pullin up with chocolate fe's and redbonnnes (ohh yeah)
[Twista + (Johnny P)]
One two three
You ain't never seen no motherfucker
Money Dumb
By: Luvinnia Flowers
Money gottem dumb
Money gottem sprung
If I snap my fingas bitch
Watch the money come
My my
Money gottem dumb
Money
and love, nigga
One for the money, yeah
Two for the money
Three for the money
What the fuck is so funny? (Bitch)
Just 'cause you got the honey, can't
wasn't your style
By god you just ignored me, so boring, and not worthwhile
But now my phone is what you dialed
And I'm (i'm not) not gonna keep you
grands by the AM, and I ain't referring to Pontiac
Now where the money at, when I'm done pumping that crack
She know I'm coming back
I say she got that
My Trigger Happy Jack is just a
drive by a go-go
Why do you make me feel like this? (1-2-3-4)
Why do you gotta be such a dick? (1-2-3-4)
Why do
the nose on a Chevy
Three-wheel to the St. Lou' and connect with Nelly
Jump in the Escalade on them deuce-four Pirelli's, nigga
Money is freedom and freedom
the sack
They got a drop but I don't, but they know the trigger got my back
I see they mouths droolin, niggas gettin shifty-eyed
They want to jack me cause
Rusty old river, rusty old boat
This rusty old love won't keep us afloat
Rusty chains, won't take the strain
But they've got me by the throat
I'm
they left me out in the rain
I hear the money calling
I-I-I hear the rolls, I'm up by the morning
She wanna feel important
Buy her Chanel, my baby
Vern? It's like funny
I mack legit and make all the money
See my capital T on my diamond ring
We hook up the beat and love to swing
So while you're
no get beef with anybody
All I dey think about these days is just making my money
Stay inside my own lane coz I no dey want offend nobody
Hw3 me di
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