Lyrics:
You want war? I take you to war, now that my money long
Why you broke? Cat's buy the by lines and fantasize
The way I'm spittin', put TV's in
for mo
I smell good
No cologne
My money stack and grow
Yeah
Yeah
I wear my pants real slim
I keep my fit real tight
I press you if we fight
I ain't
Mo money, more problems, pour my pain in a double cup
I don't need a gun, pussy nigga better knuckle up
Rolls Royce truck, with the automatic buckle
stop, no way, no slow-mo
Gotta feed the team and my kin folk
Think of all the stress
That I've been through
Way too much fuckin problems
Way too much
Goons
(Crazzi)
Olowo laye mo
I want to get money
Olola laye mo
Oluwa sanu mi
Me self wan be a baller
Counting ten billion dollar
Po ri mi gan ti
Some live the good life loungin' by the pool
Catching a suntan and everything's cool
Male or female you want to be set
In the big mansion
[Verse 1 - Scarface]
I use to watch you on stage gettin'money, lookin lovely
Got these niggaz offerin they pockets tippin you twenties
'cause you
they're selling drugs
Invest the money we break up the store
I'm in my home I need my lean I need my bitch I need my lean
We got the mo fucker mo fucking
mi bi ti Pepe
Won fe run mi bi ti Pepe
Won fe run mi bi ti Pe
I’m BIG, Notorious
By any means, I’m victorious
Rocking Camou made by Louis Vuitton
clean
Yo honey actin' mo' mean
Napped-out, momma asking me "What's all that 'bout?"
Say I got big plans, look slim but mapped-out
Country boy with
the money
HA HA HA HA HA
[JD]
While ya'll ride matchbox, I push the hot wheels
Don Chi-Chi with the mass appeal
Lettin' champagne spills on my house in
like a fuckin savage
Ass real fat yea I eat my cabbage
Coppin all these pounds Im a fuckin addict
Mo money, mo problems
That aint facts bitch
Yea
did the soundtrack
And then I discovered Wu-Tang soon as I found that
And then Big L, Mos Def, and Nas, there ain't no turning back
Couldn't change
Freak nasty super bad, earring in her tongue
Smell good, Prada bag, angel perfume cologne
I'm tryin' to have me that lipstick by Mac
Make like
clout
But can't do no new friends
I figured it out
Money mo problems
Notorious talk
Share my perspective once we at the top
Give them the action like john
Mo money mo problems, but it ain't no biggie, my father tells
Life what you make of it, so you know i will never go fail
It's my decisions, I learn
Yeah
Ah ha
Ey
Inni mini miny mo
Catch that betty by the toe
She see me pull up in a ghost
Everybody put your ones in the sky
Its a toast
Young nigga
that's mo money
I don't punch no clock I catch the box you know them loads coming
Loving the Vick out in yo city I shit
Diamonds on hit surrounded by
and maybe make a little cash
Jumped down with Big Tyme, put down a few songs
Everybody co-signed saying that we could do no wrong
Then hit the streets with
A on the map and maybe make a little cash
Jumped down with Big Tyme, put down a few songs
Everybody co-signed saying that we could do no wrong
Then hit
[Intro: MIMS]
R.I.P.!!!! B.I.G.!!!!!! LET'S GO!!!!!
[Chorus: Notorious B.I.G. Sample (MIMS)]
For the bread n butta I leave niggas in the gutta
my money up, now I can pop shit
Still hit that purple punch, fuck a style-Cris'
Fuck from round here, bitch I got a wild clique
Thought that you was
niggas like, rest in peace, Notorious BIG,
Nigga
Relay
Tell me somethin' about any rapper, and in a heartbeat, I would snappin' the
Baddest when I rhyme/
the resident (huh?)
Smokin' on runtz, they smokin' on peppermint
(ha) the man of my resident
Big 45 take down a elephant (woah)
Tell by the pocket of Jeffersons,
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