Lyrics:
her, she wants to marry me
Money's kinda tight, but love don't care
Me and this truck been everywhere
Just need a little spot on the back page
Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch
Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you'
But ain't no love, bitch
Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John
It's Young Khalifa, man
2 Chainz
Money's the motivation, money's the conversation
You on vacation, we gettin' paid, so
We on paycation, I did
Lord
For givin' me all of them
To get me by
Take my money, take my rings
I'd trade it all for just three things
Good friends, good whiskey, and good
today,
Feel tomorrow lak ah feel today,
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away.
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her
tomorrow lak ah feel today
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her apron strings
'Twant for
A white haired women and a one eyed Jack
Mix me up a batch of that love flambeaux
I want a batch of that love flambeaux
I gave her half my money
She
when it comes
Play, "Love Me Or Leave Me" by the great Bud Powell
Play, "The Blood-stained Banner" play, "Murder Most Foul"
You're back now at the jack-off hour, this is DJ EZ Dicc
On WBALLZ, right now, somethin' new, by Snoop Doggy Dogg
And this one goes out
princess running 3.0.5
I still don't see nae hoe
And me I pimp niggas
Can't you tell by the Juelz my nigga
Ya whole career is worth one of them diamonds
breed, leaders, stand up, organize
We live in a world overrun by tourists
Tourists, eighty-nine flowers on their back
Inventors of the accu-jack
They
breed, leaders, stand up, organize
We live in a world overrun by tourists
Tourists, eighty-nine flowers on their back
Inventors of the accu-jack
They
grey Mexican suit
The blue eyed traffic can sashay by
'Cause tonight the sailor boys have hit Shanghai
The kick-out traffic goes creaking by
I smash
yeah)
Three pound in my waist, shank in my sock
You either get cut, get stuffed or get shot
This is the tale of Captain Jack Sparrow
Pirate so brave
You will love to jack my money
I love to clap-clap and black-black get back here honey
I love act a plumb-ass when I had a tall glass
And that bust
or three
Uh, everyone asleep so shall we creep
Money to gain up in them streets
Shall I preach upon this beat
Puffy ain't got shit on me
Better yet this LA
And you've still got it in your drawer, even now
Oh, your sweet disposition and my wide-eyed gaze
We're singin' in the car, gettin' lost upstate
Autumn
wet
Caught a pound or two
Big Ballencies
Yeah, that's what the money do
Yeah, she swear to God that she love me
I was just pouring out the bubbly
You're back now at the jack-off hour, this is DJ EZ Dicc
On WBALLZ, right now, somethin' new, by Snoop Doggy Dogg
And this one goes out
to get money
But, I'll try, by God! I'll try
I'll go out and make it or steal it
Or take it or die
into diamond
His four to hart, and his trey to spade
Three kings with their legions come
Preparations soon where made
They voted club the days
Money Money Money Money
I I I've got money on my mind ooh
I I I've got money on my mind ooh
Money on my mind on my grind tryna catch a break
sharp (1-2-3-4)
Blood money mercenaries, think you can muscle Wu?
It's a foot race, who can out-hustle who?
Hip hop junkie flunky, monkey see, monkey
hat and silver skates
Jugglin' three collection plates Jesus Christ
Townes Van Zandt standin' at the bar
Skinnin' a Hollywood movie star
Can't
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