Lyrics:
the fool was smart
But a fool and his money will soon depart
Then I went to my crib
Went to sleep 'bout four
When I woke up, police was at my door, damn
Six
tell
'Cause my eyes are red as fire
'Bout to fuck this nigga
Take his money- Pimpin' 'till I die
Hypnotize Minds be the label that pay me
Fuck you
and said, "get in, you old fool"
She offered her keys, cried and said, "please!"
She promised not to tell and give me a's and be's
I said, "I want your money
new to it baby, they all into meka
Breaking the ice hi nice to meet ya,
You shooting your shot or just watch from the bleachers
Think about what you
[Featuring Fiend Silkk The Shocker]
(Silkk Tha Shocker)
Money talk and uhh cash rules
I bout to get dollars so us act a fool now
What huh
He sits and says he's sick and tired of the argument
He's heard them all and it makes no change when the money's spent
And all his life he's had
is on, I'm scopin' out this fool that I don't like
Who fucked me out some money (what how I squash this shit)
Wait 'til the night
I'm gonna touch
are regular occurrences! (Will invite damnation)
Think how you'll shine in that final encore! (Oh fools, to have flouted his warnings!)
Surely, for
you
Well Joey Vapes one time
It took me by surprise
Only to lead to its demise
So tell me where the money goes
Meet me at the corner shop
Show me how
Now he's somewhere out there
With everybody's money
Like a good oath-breaker
A criminal but free as a bird
He tried to solve his problems
By feeding all
and the only begotten son
My Lord
For he so feared the word
He left his only begotten son
To shed his blood
Show that pain is love
But I won't cry
hit (I ain't know that)
Same feelings yo' man get
Chop' hit his top and his dreads twist (you know that)
Playin' cool, they playin' you like a fool
They can use they dick for a pencil
I'm known for snatchin' purses
And bombin' churches
I get more pussy by accident than
Most niggas get on purpose
I
the Okay-players and the Spitkickers
Rawkus got a deal with MCA, thats the grey area
But let us come from music cemetery of America
They try to fool you by
a nigga hollering
Out "money ain't a thang"
'Bout pathetic as a player that lost his game
How a motherfuckin' hoe turn a pimp to a lame
See these sheets is
on the finest green
All the stress, I will relieve
Getting paper by the string
Bitch, I'm Gorilla da Spinna
Ora—rangatangabangin' on my chest
While we singin',
Whaaaat
Turn up, money burn up, I do it daily
Adidas and a beeper, I'm from the 80's
Slap my mama before I let you marks play me
You boyfriend mad
The money spoken
Elected ignorance
The world awaits its fate
The CIC is ready
Finger on the pulse of hate
Hail president
Power of money by use figure Tory
BAKER, BUT YER HAN"S IN THE AIR AN' GIMME ALL YER MONEY
She's crazy, like a fool What about daddy cool
Daddy, daddy cooool, daddy, daddy coooool
finna hit them in two
Is you gon' go by the rules?
Or you finna face the tool
Tool
Tool
Getting that money again
I walk around with an FN
I'm putting
tryin' to spit
But you can't spit it like this
I come equipped to rip, any battle
And leave him strung in his crew
but they put me in the twist like
BAKER, BUT YER HAN"S IN THE AIR AN' GIMME ALL YER MONEY
She's crazy, like a fool What about daddy cool
daddy, daddy cooool, daddy, daddy coooool
Put the sweat down on a fool at the bus stop.
Wrong set, wrong move get smoothe popped.
Gots to make our money on the corner.
Try to sqeeze, nigga
Throw something up fools
It’s all about the money you gotta know this
Word
Probly backin' up at motorway
Old hoopty but we just put the motor in
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