Lyrics:
honey
'Cause if they ain't got no money
They can't do nothin' for me but get out of my face"
"I know what you mean girl
It ain't no wild thing
veins
Believing everything her lips say
Pretty girls lie
Lipstick in her smile
Makes you want to believe
But pretty girls hide
Pain so deep inside
She
the richest
All those times that we spent by the pool girl
Was too broke to even take you to the zoo girl
Maybe its because I had you girl
Was thinking
Girl, I can't notice but to
Notice you, noticin' me
From across the room, I can see it
And can't stop myself from lookin'
And noticin' you,
you were the perfect girl for me, maybe
And now we're six months older
And everything you want, and everything you see
Is out of reach, not good
(written by lowell george)
(performed by jackson browne on the lowell george tribute album rock and roll doctor;1997)
I've been the one who has been
(I remember)
Good girl, sad boy
Big city, wrong choices
We had one thing going on
I swear that it was somethin'
'Cause I don't remember who I
earned money
And meet my girl down on the block
And Monday when the foreman calls time
I've already got Friday on my mind
When that whistle blows
real then I don’t need to say it
It’s something to be great, it’s nothing to be famous
So Fuck fame, fuck money
Fuck everything anyone can take from me
money
They say Young Khalifa, why you sound like that?
Then how the fuck you blow it by the pound like that?
How you young but you still run your
pocket, all my money is spent
So I dig deeper but still comin' up with lint
So I start my mission, leave my residence
Thinkin' "How could I get some dead
tell by ya charm
(When I'm in need)
Far as girls you got a flock
I can tell by ya charm and ya arm
(I gotta leave)
But I'm lookin' for the one
Have
the richest
All those times that we spent by the pool girl
Was too broke to even take you to the zoo girl
Maybe it's because I had you girl
Was thinking
you were the perfect girl for me, maybe
And now we're six months older
And everything you want, and everything you see
Is out of reach, not good
NASCAR's
Sell a lot of record but I make a brick jump
Make her sign a prenup just to get my dick sucked
Color money got your bitch out on a world tour
My
but this
Bastard's flow will bash a skull and I will
Cut your girl like Pastor Tro'
And I don't, usually smoke but pass the 'dro
And I won't, give
my side
You're the only girl that I
Have ever dreamed of
I wanna tell you everything
But everything just seems dumb
I kinda like you, girl
Really
Girl the first time we met
You took me by surprise
Girl you walked into my life
With those street corner blues
You were living in the fast
more heights to reach, but I'm already higher
I'm already on to the next thing
Peace and bless king
Peace and bless king
Big Nas, old money, new
fleeky, fleeky
If I want it, I got it
So trips to Capri is nothing, nothing
See the thing about money, money
Is I'm a fly girl who needs everything
But you
it, feel it
Bone it, own it, yeah, yeah
Dollar, dollar, paper, chase it
Get that money, yeah, yeah
You get high, fuck a bunch of girls
And then
girls in my clique that was down with me (tell us about it, man)
But uh, this goes out to all the ladies
Who didn't wanna give me no play
But now
and lead 'em
But you can't make 'em drink, bitch, I'm being me, the fuck you think this is?
I am, I mean, I, I'm is everything that they said I wasn't
We
home, ooh, yeah now
Hey hey hey, yeah now
Hey little girl, you're so sweet, little honey
And I'm about to, just give you all of my money
And all I'm
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