Lyrics:
appreciation, no more hesitation, reparations
Focus on innovation
In the middle of the night, with a pistol by my side, there isn't no place for us to
Hide
When
honey
See a 9 figure nigga makin' Bugs Bunny money
Eons beyond bling bling
So I chose to get engaged to these sweet 16's
Make a name, let it bang so
Man, it's so funny, you got slow money, you got no money
Bitch, pull up to the crib, she suck my dick like "Woah Honey"
Gotta doin lines in this shit, so
money, get dough (That's right)
Get laid, get honeys, get low (Get low)
Platinum status what I live for
Sold four million now I want six more
selling your flesh though you know it ain't right
stopping the cars as they go by
tryna make money even though it makes you cry
She woke up the next day,
throwin shade and
Figure no waist in that
Fucking bitch no manneqin
Ya two bitches like pickle fuckin on
Me I get them wet shopping with me rodeo
Got her
1's
[That's Right]
Followed by zzzeroos
It's comes with some B's [Billions]
Bees make the honey
It come by the P
If it smoke funny
I hardly repeat
Smoking on runtz by the on i on
I gotta get to the money yea
No matter if its rainy or sunny yea
She know where i bee that my honey yea
Now I'm taxing these
money and dressing fly
It's a Harlem Thing
Yo we had rich
We had Bumpy
We had frank Luc
Catch all my Harlem hustlers
On the front stoop
No matter what
away
But I got debts that no honest man can pay
So I drew what I had from the Central Trust
And I bought us two tickets on that Coast City bus
like im flash
(It's Round 2)
Henny all in my flask
AThick ass thighs in my grasp
Got no ass without sass
Tryna make the ho gasp
Thats my ex she that
her honey
She's like, "The fuck do you mean?", like why are you mad?
"Ruined my liner", not my fault you're sad
"You're such a dick", no, I'm not your
Disappointed Christ
Loot the jewelry store it's money heist
In Aventador riding kind of nice
Fucking junkie whores snorting all the lice
Two door cruising with
a universe, my nuts weigh a moon, stay in tune
Champagne thoughts with Bud Light money, blunts dipped in honey
Digital, make the gloomiest day feel
the masses.
Come on, come on and give us blood & money.
Color T.V.s with super-sonic sound.
Bow down before the land of milk and honey,
Or we'll burn your
accelerating in a spaceship
I'm sipping on green tea with ginseng and honey
Steaming this caviar, thinking bout the money
I don't like dreaming, I believe in
a black man
God damn
It makes me want to holla
chorus
[Esham]
I'm still feelin funny ways
On them sunny days when my honey plays
The money stays
Days go
don't stop"
*repeat x2*
"Now I'm gonna show you how the East Coast rocks"
"??? are jumpin out of shoes and socks"
Verse One: Dray, Books
Higgity-hey
when I move dolo
Colder then some froyo
Whats the motive niggas loco
Where the money at?
Niggas move like dummies no need to search where the funny
The time is ticking
It's time for a fair play
There's no time to delay
Tell me exactly what do you see
it’s transparent
These sharks got no bite
Gummy bears with no tears, they got no fight
So it’s biddy bye-bye til’ it’s drive by then it’s bye-bye (uh)
like 2 times 2
I'm a sureshot like marksmen, you all dead
Cold red
Money clippers if a nigga fold bread
That will feed four people for
The next four
Orleans
You used to be my honey
Till you spent all my money
No use for you to cry
I'll see you by and by
'Cause I'm walkin' to New Orleans
I've got no
Orleans
You used to be my honey
Till you spent all my money
No use for you to cry
I'll see you by and by
'Cause I'm walkin' to New Orleans
I've got no
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