Lyrics:
known for movin' with Kane, I'm cold chillin
My two brothers movin' with Clipse, Lord willing
And you don't want no malice with us, a book mission
I wanna
a mission
I'm makin that money wit just repetition
No I am not African I don't eat chitlins I'm tellin my followers sign petition
They call me a red neck
and shine, ha
Takin' it in, rakin' it in, money, we makin' again
Payin' the rent, now allow me to vent, now allow me to vent
Now allow me to light this
where the money at
They coaching the player
They trust me it's only just one of them
I'm callin' them shots and makin' the plays and if you get a train
gotta read it first
Im blowing up like hussein was with me
I was in the trap before 2 Chainz and Nicki
You aint talking uptown if you don't mention nellz
new life, peace true indeed, off T's
I dwell on off how y'all plan makin mo' money, so I had to buy a fly chain
Ran in this game, dirt broke, now it's
the early mornin' 'cause I'm strugglin'
Like drinkin' liquor make the money come quicker
Gettin' pages from my bitch, it's time to dick her
I ain't in
Drive by shooting, his murder was conspiracy
Thinking he alive, but his crime remains a mystery
Never thought these rappers who wore big chains
Like 2
on a motherfuckin' paperchase
Verse 2:
You see my nice Mom smokin', money slopin' 'tween my fo
with open arms when my option is to my mission it's a paperchase
So
You just act sweet but you really ain't
That shit be makin' my toothache
I swear you bitches is too fake
Imma get rich and have 2 Wraiths
You just
[2Pac]
Live back at 'cha Westside baaaaby
Aight fuck it, we gone flip some new shit now
You heard "All Eyez on Me," niggaz know what time it is
But we take penitentiary chances like it's nothing
We came from nothing but nothing
Freebase from top of the oven
Get money my type of discussion
makin shit
And they can't even rap
Niggas ain't makin sense
Now I'm on the court now I used to have to play the bench
See it's TwoThree and I'm in this
keepin' them bills paid and meals in the mouths of many
A noble job if any
Money ain't everything but everything makes me want it
But won't dishonor my
Bottles cold, doobies rolled
You know the code (You know the code)
Fuck puttin' towels by the door
We buy the whole hotel floor
(Buy the whole floor)
takin no shit, just stayin clever and makin the hits
Shakin the tits of the honeys when they jump
Makin money's what we bump 'cause slumps is for
back in time,
Now I'm 13 smokin' blunts, makin' green,
Or on the drug scene, fuck the football team,
Risk it, ruptured spleens, by the age of 16,
tonight
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit the highway, making money the fly way
But there's got to be a better way!
A better way, better way,
break, it, .down, in the, UN, .KLE, .style
Funky funky beats
Yeah, drums of death, you know what I'm sayin'?
Uh-uh, straight more money-makin
what these hoes yellin
I'm a pimp by blood, not relation
Y'all still chase on, I'll replace on, punks
Drunk of Dom, silk and gators
Spittin words makin
I was in two places at once
And my heart was split in two
Catch me walking with a strut
Let the rain fall over you
Makin money all the time
I got
of your son, nigga
Stack it up and take care of that money
You know I ran it all up by myself
And now your bitch drinkin' cum nigga
My diamonds yellow
spreadin' quicker
Than makin' paper airplanes out of a twenty, fuck money
I don't rap for dead presidents, I'd rather see the president
It's never been
and you're so unbelievable
Verse 2
I just wanna make jams,
To pack the clubs 'n' stadiums,
With people of all types,
While makin' the crowd hype,
I got CHRIST
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