Lyrics:
ways, lookin' at back in the days (days)
Like how to climb from in between a rock, and a hard place
How to keep your cool when you're dealin' with
This song goes out to all the money men
He drives around in a fancy car
Smokes those long Cuban cigars
He don't know how to play guitar
He
ya put it on my tab
Redbull & hit note ya put it on my tab aye [x4]
[Verse 3: Trey Songz]
Yeah songz is my name
Money talk fall even I been talkin
reminiscin' lookin' at your baby pictures, it just trips me out
To see how much you both have grown, it's almost like you're sisters now
Wow, guess you pretty
ain't lookin' for true love here
Let her see a million, she don't wanna go (oh yeah, yikes)
I roll a hundred deep, we like sharing hoes
Caviar on your
Drop top, wife beater and the weed lit
Woke up this morning, hit three chicks
Show money today, it's so sunny
Check the whip off playa, I'm
ain't scared to stand up for me
Gotta know to get dough and he betta be street
We like them boys up top from the BK (BK)
Know how to flip that money
you gonna shoot me rocks
When you got the Outlaw 'Pac shittin' ya box?
You was lookin' real weak walkin' down the street
Now a nigga thirty deep, oh
got the Outlaw 'Pac shittin ya box
You was lookin real weak walkin down the street
Now a nigga thirty deep, oh you wanna beef
Talk cheap, shoot a nigga
Once in a while maybe you will feel the urge
To break international copyright law
By downloading MP3's from file sharing sites
Like Morpheus
streets, playa, I ain't new
Lookin' at me all funny while I'm countin' my money
Surprise, what I do is already legalized
Analyze what I toss across
Ain't
what's ya flavor, homie?
College Park days, rocking Swaver, homie
Anonymity was free, but now they all know me
The money that I got
The money that I
bitches started lookin at me
Niggas I'm trigger happy, fuck it and my ass nappy
Get more hoes than freak show
Ask your bitch, nigga she know
But ya
So I had to memorize these rhymes until I got home
Ya understand? Once you memorize a sentence
It's like an exercise
Y'all niggas can't be
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
Push!
They whisperin' about us
I know you haters doubt us
How you count our money we ain't even finish countin'
Pardon me I must say, I'm kinda like
I've been gone all winter but now a nigga back
To get the money, the money
The money, the money, the cake
And you mutha fuckas lookin' like steak
tell by the way you've been lookin at yo girlfriend
I can tell by the way you've been dancing wit yo girlfriend
I can tell from how you look inside
crazy in this world, you know what I'm sayin'
True ting, you ah talk, dawg (check it deep)
Yo, the crazy adventures of Miss Money Jane (crazy ting)
crazy in this world, you know what I'm sayin'
True ting, you ah talk, dawg (check it deep)
Yo, the crazy adventures of Miss Money Jane (crazy ting)
dick and deep throat it
Eternal sunshine in this elevated world of mine
Lookin' for this hour glass of time
Tryna find my purpose on this grand
the money cause I gotta feed my ego
Fuck a Bent coupe when all my niggas' rent due
Put my life on it, I can show you how a brick move (Whip It)
Baking soda
you're ready for
I slip on the scene
I'm slick and I'm clean
I slide off the green like my money's Vaseline
The mood is Supreme
The ladies lookin
bodies are fished out
I'm wrecking niggas one-by-one but then I miscount
Mispronounced, how do LL bounce
And get ya shit bust? I turn ya fagots into
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