Lyrics:
to save me
Is puttin' 'em straight through hell
My mama's been praying
Daddy's been saying
"Son, how the hell you get by?"
'Cause I got my
Angels
the studio into a strip club
Got the strippers goin' way up
Drankin' on Texas and I pop two pills
That's gon' make a nigga stay up
In too, in too deep
C.R.E.A.M.
Get the money
Dollar, dollar bill, y'all
It's been twenty-two long hard years, I'm still strugglin'
Survival got me buggin', but I'm alive
way up
Drankin' on Texas and I pop two pills
That's gon' make a, stay up
In too, in too deep (poppin' freaks)
On demon time, she don't get sleep
Ha ha ha ha ha, check out this bizarre
Rapper style used by me, the B.I.G
I put my key, you put your key in, money we'll be seein'
Will reach
[2x]
"Come go with me my pretty little miss
Come go with me my honey
I'll take you across the deep blue sea
Where you never shall want for money
reefer
All my niggas strapped and ready
To set it off: Queen Latifah
Got a chopper with a drum
Split swishers with my thumb
Get money like Donald
ass (woo)
Turn that shit off and move your ass (uh)
Get my money, bitch, make it fast
Break bread or fake dead and kill it back
All greens, by all
treated like Coke and get capped up niggas
The only thing funny
Is y'all never seen big face money
Till them big face 20's
[Chorus 2x]
[Jay-Z]
niggas don't get into that
Can't post on my block, meal rinse, how that where they sendin' at? (They killin' it)
Catch me by myself, skinny jeans, forty
[Chorus: x2]
More money, more cash, more hoes (what)
More money, more cash, more hoes (uh)
More money, more cash, more hoes (come on)
More money, more
yo fuckin lip up
'cause money and murder is the code that I live by
Come to ya set and do a muthafuckin walk by
Deep in the game preparing for
bitches
You need some motherfuckin' money
Get your mind right, nigga, keep your game tight
Play right, play by the rules and you'll get paid, fuck
5.56
I I I've got money on my mind ooh
I I I've got money on my mind ooh
?
I've gotta get that to them
Revenue is dreamin' and you know i'm
of the stars
At about two hundred feet
You realize the peril
But seductive is the deep
That shark over there holds no terror
For a while you really
number one fan, you are the venue
Fuck show money, rather you're my revenue
Smoke a blunt or two
Gaze at the stars, keep us hypnotized
Reach for the sky
I
wanna do is watch the ship float
This the sunset, I'm talking big dope
Money through the roof, it's falling through the sky
Spent two hundred for
C.R.E.A.M.
Get the money
Dollar, dollar bill, y'all
It's been twenty-two long hard years, I'm still strugglin'
Survival got me buggin', but I'm alive
and 'shine
With the dogs runnin'
Saved by the sound of the been found
Dixie whistled in the wind, that'll get you Heaven bound
The Devil went down
widow on the shore
Between the desert and the dove
Money is his only love
Feeling nothing deep inside
His mind is governed by his pride
In a smoky
stuck a lot
Just letter jacket boys singing Jerry Jeff songs
Drinking everything we could get our hands on
Learning 'bout right by doin' it wrong
it I'm callin' y'all
You already know what it's about when I run up in your house
Put the gun up in your mouth and get the money out the couch
to get by
I still got memories that lay deep inside
Creepin' up on my mind, it's fuckin' up my life
I got pain in my heart, I told you a hunnid times
it I'm callin' y'all
You already know what it's about when I run up in your house
Put the gun up in your mouth and get the money out the couch
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