Lyrics:
a strength I want to
I must hang on to your hand
Maybe by the time I'm fifty
I'll get up and do a nifty
Alright, I'll show you again
Now remember, three
bodies are fished out
I'm wreckin' niggas one-by-one but then I miscount
Mispronounced, how do LL bounce
And get ya shit bust? I turn ya faggots into
three
If you’re leaving with me
Go make that money, money, money
Your money, money, money
'Cause I know how it is
Go and handle your biz
And get that
)
Ass in la Perla, ears full of pearls (dirty money, dirty money)
Damn, dirty money know how to treat the girls (dirty money, dirty money)
Give
I got a head, but ain't no screws in it
(money, money, money by the ton)
I got a head, but ain't no screws in it
(money, money, money by the ton)
until three
If you're leaving with me
Go make that money, money, money
Your money, money, money
'Cause I know how it is, go and handle your biz
Yea my jacket Y three, recently been up on fashion
Waste a bunch of money, kinda stinks of sastisfaction
Fell asleep in Hollywood, woke up in
the way down to Memphis
Got a room at the YMCA
For the next three weeks I went huntin' them nights
Just lookin' for a place to play
Well, I thought my
deep in my heart I feel and achin' pain
And that's a-how long, how long, babe how long
Into the station
Look up at the board
Next train around
the streets of Jamaica
Started at the crib, look how far this shit'll take ya
Ross sittin' on two hunnid thirty-five acres
(I been tryin', tryin', tryin',
the way down to Memphis
Got a room at the YMCA
For the next three weeks I went huntin' them nights
Just lookin' for a place to play
Well, I thought my
the way down to Memphis
Got a room at the YMCA
For the next three weeks I went huntin' them nights
Just lookin' for a place to play
Well, I thought my
all the way down to Memphis
Got a room at the YMCA
And for the next three weeks I went huntin' them nights
Just lookin' for a place to play
Well, I
Come in Compton or the Watts nigga
Up in New York ya keep'em open watch nigga
Foe ya played by a hit or retalion
All fine young black females
Come in Compton or the Watts nigga
Up in New York ya keep'em open watch nigga
Foe ya played by a hit or retalion
All fine young black females
grown
But look at you, you're amazin
What's so, crazy, is I know how niggaz do
'Cause they get money, change and don't remember who they are
[Verse 3 -
until three
If you're leaving with me
Go make that money, money, money
Your money, money, money
'Cause I know how it is, go and handle your biz
Trick Daddy Dollaz
Eightball, Trey Songz
We high
Good evening ladies and gentleman
This is you're captain speakin' to ya
I'd like to welcome
bitches couldn't carry me
[Chorus:]
Get money spend money no money, lookin' like a dummy (I really don't give a fuck)
Your money ain't my fucking money
know how we do)
I'm lookin' for her, man (what's happenin'? Yeah)
Stacks so fat, rubber bands can't hold me (ayy)
Stacks so fat, rubber bands can't
the Hiroshima, Japan
Movin niggas out the hood and just divide em with fam
Hey yo, the bitches like G Money said to us, man
About the dick like the horse
a perm do it, Push!
[Chorus]
They whisperin' about us
I know you haters doubt us
How you count our money we ain't even finish countin'
Pardon me I
fuck with these niggas, too old for new friends.
But never too rich for new money.
These niggas buying hatorade by the twelve pack.
Like two stomachs.
your face to your heels
And somewhere deep down, fuck it, I gotta keep it real
They wanna be black and think your song is how it feels
So when you
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