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flow you ain't got no clue
Nut stuck on her face like glue
Bitterness I'm proud I outgrew
Spreading love to my whole damn crew
Wet watch it for morning

was gucci all at the beginning, but how you fall, mane
Niggas on the bench, I'm a starter, they Luol, deng
I don't fuck with niggas, they be runnin'

The burning passion that she has for a nigga with money
For a nigga that's so serious it's hard to be funny
The burning passion that she has for me to smack

eat the bovine 
Damn lil shawty you got it goin on
Said she bumped the tape she was feelin every song 
I said no shit thank you for the love 
I’m trynna

yeah) I get this money for my mom (for my mom)
Ok yeah I'm goin off like Imma bomb (Tick tok)
Lemmi stop tellin nay to the nigga like I'm, K pop (K pop)

Got plenty love and plenty money that's all for a reason (For a reason)
Go extra hard if it's worth havin' it's not comin' easy (I go hard)
Drew out my

P.I.M.P.

50 Cent

P.I.M.P. [Australia CD]

2003

P-I-M-P (now, shorty)

Now shorty, she in the club, she dancin' for dollars
She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada
That BCBG, Burberry,

Throwing fours up
Nigga hanging out the sun roof
Let the sun shine on my Gucci crib boo

How many niggas gonna cry for me?
Niggas say they love me
But ain't

I used to be foolish
Now im just jewish
In love with my money like I was shot by cupid
I get the plays and move it
You get a call and just blew it
Im

living out a millionaire's fantasy
With Phantoms and Ferrari's in the driveway
But you see the fame's in exchange for the same man's sanity
Your vision

Can you trust me i just ran it up put a milli in a
Can u trust me I just ran it up put milli in a Duffy
I got back on my shit now bitches love me
She

this money we don't understand division
Fuck it up, get it back and fuck it up
Fuck it up, get it back, fuck it up
Next check gon' be for a million
I

Believe Dat

Birdman

Wayne's World 7: The Finale

2007

All about my penion like a motherfuckin' loafer
I was in the crack game before baking soda
Bitch I'm a OG bitch I'm OG I'm gettin' high off my money

hot getaway, takin' off towards brighter days
Greener pasture's set in my frame, for the money never for the fame
Took off hard just like a plane, Outer

done cried
Is it so fucking wrong to want you stay by my side?
You got my back just like a shadow, you my guardian angel
And you done did so much for me,

High fashion high fashion
Rock Balenciaga all I rock is high fashion
Gucci, Fendi, Prada all I rock is high fashion
I look like a lick when I put

My watch don't tick and white and gold ring 
Got 21 diamonds I'm shine and stay clean 
When I pop tags Gucci bags smelling like Chanel Blue 
Louie

in ur eyes that u only up for the money

Girl I de try to provide what you need,
I’m loosing ma mind I can’t buy Gucci Heels
I’m tryna dig deep just

All I had was love for you (Yeah)
Make you mine and call you boo (Yeah)
But fuck these hoes imma stack my blue (Yeah) 
Money never cheats but girls

I feel the pressure
Raised by goats, no flexing
Smoke up a dab, ain't stressing
Train to Busan, no resting
Bitch who you think you testing
Money

or for the cocaine
You don't want to be in love, you want a gold chain!
(Ohhh)
Them titties nice though (yea)
Bitches see the ice and get a light bulb

awake

Cause I'm high and I've been high for days
Diamonds on me and them hoes need a tank
Still on the block so I gotta remain
I want money, give a fuck

gave it right back, right back
G4
So let's focus on the future, yea
I ain't got no time for no lames on computers, uh uh
Niggas love these hoes
Cuz these

That shit be eating me alive dawg for real for real
Wish I could kill time & rewind
Back to days I still had all my guys
Fake love always looks real it