Lyrics:
move it on up by the window
Magnificent flow
Oh let it all go in the moon glow
I'll take the wine
I'll take the wine with the gravy
Ask you the time
Listen
Well, I'm extremely cheap
I snore when I go to sleep
The little bit of nothin' have left
I'm strugglin' trying to keep
Your friends may all
Things that make you go, hmm
I was in the crib, sittin' by the fireplace
Drinkin' cocoa on the bear skin rug
The door bell rang, who could it
the daughters missin' God and fathers
Never seen they loved ones 'cause they're prisoners fightin' fires
Oh, and I might be biased, but I feel God standin' by
Now we know you know that you go low and you won't speak
Me ask him why him doin' it, him couldn't reply
So me take off piece a him face wid a ply
the heat toted
And teflon tips keep the .44 loaded
Straight quoted in nine-trey, by the dime
Now we connected
He said, "Mack, when you westsidin`
[Intro: (Wyclef Jean (Lil Wayne))]
Some live for the bill
Some kill for the bill
She wined for the bill
Grind for the bill
(and she used to be
I can tell by the way you've been lookin' at yo girlfriend
I can tell by the way you've been dancing wit yo girlfriend
Can I ask?
Iz you down? Iz
I can tell by the way you've been lookin' at yo girlfriend
I can tell by the way you've been dancing wit yo girlfriend
Can I ask?
Iz you down? Iz
a problem then you gon' be right by my side
Even if I got a couple keys I need you to hide
'Cause you a real chick
One that I can chill with and bill
Bill wakes up early and he gets in the shower each day
Eats a good breakfast cause the American way
But ask him what he’s doing here – he’ll just
I could tell by the way you've been lookin' at yo girlfriend
I could tell by the way you've been dancing wit' yo girlfriend
Can I ask?
Iz u down? Iz
gon' be alright
Beef at 6, he dead by 6 o'clock, on the dot that night
Ain't easy where I'm at, why? Stick up man, he love that shit
Go to jail, she fuck
out my studio, I don't have to fabricate
Slap your ass with dollar bills, patty cake, patty cake (let's go)
Goin' on another run
I don't know how I
Now I was down upon my luck
And the jobs were hard to find
I was sort of short on cash
And my bills were way behind
So I went to see my life
gon' be alright
Beef at 6, he dead by 6 o'clock, on the dot that night
Ain't easy where I'm at, why? Stick up man, he love that shit
Go to jail, she fuck
sixty
Gimme the mic an I'ma solve all mystery
I dare any punk to try to step up and diss me
'cause when he do, that's when he kiss dee
Titles go by
about that pay
I put my nose to the grind stone and get on with it
Long story short I grind, get it
I got mad hustle like you ain’t never seen
You can ask
a wreckin' yard in a switchblade storm
In a wheelbarrow with nothin' but revenge to keep him warm
And a half a million dollars in unmarked bills
Was
(scrilla)
I'm a gigolo, gigolo
Your man might be aight, but Ludacris is a killer, though
So go on and ask around, and you can see what it's hitting for
that love bought you clothes?
It's like that, and that's the way it is
Bills fly higher every day
We receive much lower pay
I'd rather stay young, go
We have all the bills like cosby stacking money
Bills like cosby bitches like the boss badly
Try bring me down but me up again
No mount ah bloodclath
on you busta's, "Alright now, here we go"
Don't try to follow me, I'm headed outta state
I gotta pay my f***in' bills, so I'm transportin' weight
the bailout, bitch
Trap house built brick by brick, paid dues on dues
FF good, you know I'm reppin' crew on crews
Stack bills on bills 'til my backyards got
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