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Yeah Back at it Jugg Trap Juggin' money on my line Do this all the time I been on the grind Chasin' dollar signs Money on my mind Runnin' up a check
The Remedy dun Deal He say "Hi!"s water is made by G My water get made by Eliantte Broke ass bitch, stay out my face I'm too busy tryna get paid
money up Had to struggle never luck The chain on my bike was rusty But the shoes on my feet never dusty Stacking the money I'm hustlin' Saved by the bell
to suns, it's cold outside got my Shirt like I’m feeling i be smoking chronic You be smokin' that midget One by one by one Like bitches that money I get it
understand that pimping ain't easy I got money (got money) I got cars (got cars) Still fucking with them hood superstars (superstars) Spend a hundred grand
understand that pimping ain't easy I got money (got money) I got cars (got cars) Still fucking with them hood superstars (superstars) Spend a hundred grand
Masters of war Build to destroy You play with my world Like it's your little toy All the money you made will never buy back your soul Yeah
the clock, by the money we inspired (Yeah it’s live) If it’s on the line, then I’m goin’ through the wire (Yeah) Hunger for a slice made me take that entire
to be made best believe a nigga clocking Money to be made best believe a nigga clocking Money to be made best believe a nigga clocking I run it myself
My identity yeah ty yeah My identity yeah ty yeah Identity Know who you are no forget tam Don't be defined by the world now Made by hands
ah, I get it, yeeeeeah, I run New York) The bank don't stop cause they Put me in cuffs Still made money up in the can, what the fuck I'd have a baby by
ten years you made hits so what's up E-Feezi? (We still the shit) Beotch! How you think I got this pot belly, overnight? Shet a nig-ga was
I done made a million dollars And I ain't even go to college I heard you were talking Let me find out you ain't 'bout it They think I'm sponsored by
They yellin', "Bobby put the crack down!" A nigga makin' money off of rap now So I had to pass the trap down In the studio, I feel like Uncle Sam
doin' Marni and Stella McCartney I made a full three-sixty out the 'partment I'm like Picasso, I paint me a portrait I'm gettin' money, takin' drugs
you can see Yes, I've been blinded totally Oh please, don't pass me by Well, I sing this for the Jews and the Gypsies and the smoke that they made
it (Get it) Cell phone ring, time is money by the minute (Uh) Cell phone ring, money calling off the digits (Hello, I need that) Time to run it up (I
I'm private plane Nudie jeans with my Get Up Mane! Rollin' papers and Mary J I made eleven mill and I'm still the same What's with all these
gonna make it.. but he made it to the other side nigga had potential... Im all by myself in a Benz to.. seat back.. kush smoking .. no tents.. clear
Got Fuego One time for the ballers on call With that automatic hustle that never stall Forever touching money They say you can't take it with you so
as payment, send her the gang way principal to the street don’t see no other way, She fuck to keep the lights on by the way Never let that friend and money shit
You better count your money. You better count money (ghetto cowboy) (ghetto cowboy) You better count your money. You better count money
And I feel so alive Good don't come by without struggle Standup when the building crumbles Pain is just what dreams are made of So put your hands
Yeah I'm going Psycho For that life though I need that money, money To solve all my woes I keep my eyes closed Selling my soul I need that money
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