Lyrics:
Swimmin' in the money come and find me, Nemo
If I was at the club you know I balled, chemo
Dropped the mixtape, that shit sounded like an album
Who'd have
refuse, am I trippin' and confused?
Y'all coulda took me off the album but have still have yet to do?
Ah, nah, maybe it's the truth
Had the numbers
welcome to the land of the slave (yeah)
Where they do anything for money, the consequences is the cage (uh-huh)
Follow the path of a dummy, hop a fence
[Swizz beatz]
Let's get it started, get it started
Let's keep it started, keep it started
Yeah, yeah, violator the album
Go, go, go!!
[l
that were big on me,
But all you big is on is my money,
And baby girl I'm on to you,
And it's a shame cause I was digging you.
Baby, if you wouldn't
of the land
They say we boring oh well
My life is but a testament to me to another
Maybe everything they'll ever need to see
So I'm here flying steady
Hail
at the Holiday Inn
If you ain't got no one (nobody), then go have some fun by yourself
But whatever you do, don't let the door knob hit you on the way out
though I had heart
First album dropped I sold it below five
Saved my money just so I can buy some Popeyes
Got some small fries chilling with my guys
Got
to saddle up the Tontos cause I'm the Lone Ranger
I eat dinner with Jews but don't talk to strangers
I'm just a few albums from filling your disc changer
If
understood ain't gotta be explained, ayy
Strippers at 11 keep me entertained
Money bands, money bands, just to make it rain
Yeah, third album, nothing was
money
Uhh
Screaming "uhhh"; Master P
Baby, that ass looking like a masterpiece
Used to open doors with a half a key
Fishscale by the whale, call it
Our programs they have
No substance
But our kids watch them
Our programs they are
Sponsored by
Rich Americans
And if you're one of them
Then you can
your hands up in the air
Then I steer the 600 and
Flex through your hood
I get your money or girl, I take your car
Then I'm good
Call me the rap killer,
girl, you're my ride or die
But we ain't Bonnie and Clyde, no
I don't need the money, no
I just need you by my side
Ain't nobody else getting inside, yeah
getting money on the low
Big face Rollie on your list, girl that's the price of a house
Even though a nigga don't show it
Everything you see, you know I
they market on the channels?
All these girls are acute but, I don't ever know they angle
At the rate I'm going I might end up being single
Now, put
Ermstar on the Track
Up in the morning by 6
Not on the gram scrolling through pics
But I’m busy writing my album
Makin original shit like Netflix
Yo mami where you goin?
Money, mackin, pimpin [hoes] and
Girl you are all I need
The Del shake your butt, your so sexy
Girl ...
[Snoop Dogg]
bullshit over
And over and over and when
I say that bullshit, what I’m saying is: we
Love Drake, Drake is great he’s a great
Artist but Frank Ocean is great
the high rollers, street hustlers
Fast money, fast life
But you don't care, 'til you end up with a bullet in your head, boy
People of the city, stop
(chorus)
cll the haters get mad(fuck you)
While i laugh thats so sad
Whatsup with you bro the album i dropped no
Well fuck you cuz i dont need
on left side
Tell that she loves me, look me up in my eyes
My heart for you is big girl, blowin' up by size
I really wanna take it slow but it was love
by a code and principle)
Everything that I ever a learned I was taught to do it like a gangsta (gangsta)
Everything that I ever learned I was taught
But when I look in your eyes
Baby you got everything money just can't buy
(All the things money can't buy)
(All the things money can't buy)
(All
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